From Frozen Stillness

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 move slowly now

Confident of the Mother's mastery

Sleep and dream as nature will allow,

Of growth that leads to fruitful blossoming,

Renascent joy from frozen stillness wakes,

Headlong rushes into the arms of Spring.

The Epiphany my wintry sorrow breaks.