From Frozen Stillness Poem by Richard (Narad) Eggenberger

The first few desultory leaves drift down
And morning chill invigorates the blood,
The wisps of vapours on the lake have grown,
Their billowing presence heralds autumn's mood.
Summer yawns, her labour now complete
She is content to rest, prepares to die
The yearly death at winter's frost-white feet,
While in the earth her seeds embedded lie
Sustained by faith; their atoms' energy
Pent within the core moves slowly now
Confident of the Mother's mastery
To sleep and dream as nature does allow,
Of growth that leads to fruitful blossoming,
Renascent joy from frozen stillness wakes,
Headlong rushes into the arms of Spring.
The Epiphany all wintry sorrow breaks.