What was left

in Winter

will not see Spring.

Will not see 

it's warm rays

of gold thaw

the frigid earth

revealing life 

in bursting fits 

of emerald green

and crystal blue.

Will not hear 

song return to

fill the air,

carried by 

a fresh breeze

that rustles young

branches.

Will not taste 

sweet perfumed air,

water crisp 

and cool.

Will not feel

amber heat

change the 

atmosphere, 

the air thick 

and sticky.

Will not smell

the musky 

aftermath of rain

mixing with

fragrant blooms.

What was left

in Winter, 

will not see Spring.