Winter's Last Endeavor Poem by David Lumpkin

Winter's claw extends once more to grasp the fleeting cold.
Yet, Spring fights back with its new day, contends to keep a hold.
Shall Winter pass, forgotten be, until its days return?
Allowing Spring to have its fling refusing to adjourn.

Forgotten are the arctic days, though cool will still abound.
Each tiny little seedling tries its best to break the ground.
The buds so tight upon the plant yearns to bring a bloom.
Springing forth each day in colors bright dispelling every gloom.

For soon the battle will be o'er, Springtime wins the day.
The freeze of winter with its ice will quickly wane away.
As life returns to earth so dear, refreshing everyone.
We now enjoy each passing day. The battle has been won.