There is starkness all around, Snow blankets the ground Where tranquility surrounds, There is quietness, not a sound. The rural scenes are serene Over countryside and stream, Landscapes painted by winter's hand Lie beautifully over the wonderland. Trees wrapped in winter's quilt, Leafless branches bend and tilt As if in slumber they bow to weep Teardrops of ice while fast asleep. Greenery delays at spring's door Waiting it to be opened once more Then again lushness they'll create When sunshine opens spring's gate. Wildflowers lie beneath the snow Hushed in sleep they wait to grow, Beneath the frozen crust they lie Awaiting the bluing of spring sky. The countryside waits silent and still From valleys over snow laden hills, In stark beauty the earth lies asleep Awaiting the promise of spring to keep. Soon winter's wonderland will fade And beautiful scenery will cascade Over the mountains to glens below As springtime displays it's magic show. ©Written by: Kenneth Ellison 01-03-06 Return   Poetry By Ken Guestbook   Email Ken To send this page to someone