Winter Is Upon Us Now Poem by Richard Lackman

Mid-winter is upon us now, the days are short and cold
Deep snow and ice define our view as winter's freeze takes hold
All sounds are muted; clear but hushed by blankets cold and white
As darkness settles o'er the land as if eternal night

Few creatures venture out to feed in nights of freezing rain
For meager is the sustenance that winter's fields contain
While others in their burrows lie and so defy the weather
Resting on a carpet made of leaves or straw or heather

I long for signs of early spring but March is spring's November
When fierce storms batter hills and plains as clearly I remember
So I must wait for April's warmth to finally rout the cold
Replacing barren landscapes with new vistas green and gold.