Poa Tree Poems
WINTER WEATHER
- by
Dichter1
Across the sky those mounting monstrous mounds Of water mist-drops sail in vast array, High-piled to each horizon, gray and white, Obscuring sun by day and stars at night, Their scudding driven speed the winds betray, So, soon or late, they shall be blown away-- This billowed sky-- to end the threat of storm, Yet this vast cloudbank served to keep us warm. Then shall a cold black sky erupt with stars, And all the ground grow white with chilling frost As colder, ever colder, grows the night. The air is still, for now the winds are slight. Such heat as soil retains must soon be lost. But dawn must come, and then the mists shall rise As dawn's first rays the spark for life supplies.