Mother Winter has white hair.
She moves slowly.
Makes everyone hush and sleep.
In soft blankets of flakes.
Can blow cold windy truths.
But also gently send nourishing snow.
Without her, Daughter Spring cannot grow.
Daughter Spring
Gently blossoms
Seemingly dull seeds
Peek open the cheery beauty
She laughs as the brook
Bursts radiant smiles as the daffodils
Slipping through Mother Winter's hugs
She is eternal maidenhood
Spring Indeed