A visitor to a wintry marsh, surrounded by a tundra-like
Desolate landscape of whites and grays feels an ineffable sadness from deep within --
Longing with an aching heart for the recently past season of warmth.
A somber silence broken only by the whispering wintry breeze --
Nature's mourning the prevalent loss of the Marsh's
Collection of colors and chorus of sounds - fills the ears.
Frozen plants are clothed in coats of hoar, the leaden sky in clouds of gray,
The icy water in silver array, and the barren ground in sheets of white;
Cattails of straw peacefully sway, naked branches softly creak,