Winter Is Dying Poem by Peter Vector

It is surprising to hear,
Usually winter is the killer...
The freezing icy weather,
The murderous frost chilling over everything...

But now the monster is slain,
Spring rises out of the death.
A rebirth of the season of birth...

And this night,
On it's deathbed winter will still fight...
Wrapping together it's frozen hand,
Trying to clench the Earth...
Trying to hold on one minute or second,
Just like us trying to hold on to the time we get...
Trying to stop tomorrow from every happening...

And yet the Sun has still more light,
Th battle between the season and the sun rages on,
Solar swords of celestial light,
Clash against saber of solid snow and ice.

A strike and a blow,
The Sun today has won.
Winter, pale and gray,
Soon passes away,
Until the season once again set in...