Poem
Winter
Read by Marlene
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The smell of winter is the air,
Life's pulse has stowed.
it seems the earth is held in icy stillness and silence.
Held fast- unyielding
But within its cold still darkness
There is still a fecund spark, a memory
Of warmth and life.
That spark will keep alive those memories of warmth and growth,
Until it stirs and burgeons
When once again nature's purpose is fulfilled,
Winter flees, to wait for nature's call once more
To wrap the earth in silence and regeneration,
