What is Winter?​

All it takes is one frozen drop.​

One kaleidoscopic flake of winter

to fall gracefully from the heavens.​

All it takes is one line of ice.

One explorer of a watery frontier

to freeze a trail into the deep.

All it takes is one green needle.​

One sliver of eternal life

to steadfastly refuse to fall.

All it takes is one bright candle.

One luminous guardian of light

to hold its vigil in the dark.​

This is all it takes…

Frozen beneath the ground lies the clock.

She ticks on quietly, keeping pace with the wind.

Her heart is a finely tunes engines made long ago.

On each hour she sings to the icy sky.

Her melody sounds against the ice,

trapped within a sleeping world.

On will she tick, till her gears rust,

on will she hum till her bells crack,

on will she dream till she floats away.

For the pond has need of a lullaby.