Hand Of Winter

• William Jiang, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2012

A time draws near marked by ocean and sun,
From the west winds, the lady Winter comes.
Treading lucid snow, she walks ‘neath a tree.
As the spirit of the season, she dances and sings free.

She shines with Earthen love as the sun shines with heat.
The instrument of Nature, she lives to its beat.
Each blade of grass, when their cycles of life end,
Is revived by a touch of Winter’s chilling hand.

Her kin are the animals, that fly and run the land,
She guides them all, every one, hand in hand.
For those in lumbered sleep, she sings in morning day.
For those near painful death, she cries their life away.

But eventually comes the end of Winter’s reign.
Once-dormant life will liven up again.
The leaves of trees grow lush and verdant green.
And Nature is touched by the hand of Spring.