Elusive Winter Poem by Jesse Fast

Sleeping, yet listening, under an overcast sky...
The stark earth waits... The barren trees whisper.
The brittle brown grasses sigh in their slumber.
The waters are still... expressionless, frozen...

A cold breeze blows from the north, the arctic…
The landscape shudders, realizing certain destiny.
And yet the land waits, and change is delayed...
Where is the icy chill? Where are the frozen flakes?

Has winter now forgotten to rear its frigid head?
Perhaps the clouds forgot to drop their bounty...
Instead a rain descends, rather out of season.
But alas, the air is too warm for snow to form.

I, with the sleeping earth, await the snowy blast…
Come old man winter! Come with all your fury!
Unleash your clouds, unloose your northern winds!
Here I rest and wait, and wait, and hope for snow…