The Battle of Winter and Spring

Upon a time of wintry dark
The hoarfrost bristled in the park,
And then one day, the whirling white
Descended from after noon 'til night.

The cold, it burned, nor ice thaw came,
Not even when the freezing rain
Sprinkled all with treacherous sheen
And layered thick on my windscreen.

And then more came, but now so fine,
The ice, it fell like an addict's line,
Dry and drifting, it rippled on grass,
For two whole days it drifted fast.

Then one night came a gentle rain,
Quiet it fell, and once again,
The ice was gone, it seemed for good,
And in the parks, the standing wood

Bore sudden signs of winter's end -
Daffs and snowdrops, the telling trend
Of seasons' changes, and for a time
It seemed that temperatures would climb.

But then the empire of Cold struck back,
Winter returned, like a whip's sharp crack.
And seemed to leer through frosted glass:
'Ah ah ah! Not so fast!'

But we know, we who dwell
Safe in our domestic shell,
That though the Cold may have its day,
The time will come when Blue ends Grey.

The flowers bloom, the children play,
Dogs and joggers ply their way,
And, for a time, by warmth we're blessed
And in the shade we take our rest.