Death Of Winter Poem by Cecil (cj) Krieger

It was as though
The frosty snows had never fallen
Like a thief in the night
Without warning
Spring mugged winters frail remains
And called all the trees and flowers into bloom
In the stillness of the dark
Ever so quickly
You could hear the flower buds
Popping open with the sound
Of a faded firecracker
Making it difficult to sleep
As I listened to the sounds
Of a new spring being born
And the clamor of a dying winter