The long cold silence
Shrouded all in white
Misted in crystal
While everyone sleeps
and then it passes
Green, bouncing and rebirth
But the change is made for us
We have no dominion, no chance to take part
The change swiftly moves through the months
In a muted subtone of grey
No fanfare, just a silent drumbeat
A death march from grey to green
and then it passes
To reveal an errupting festival of colours
Blue, orange and noises
Humming, Buzzing, Shouting, Yelling
and then it passes
With a magnificent grey inuendo
Warm rain flooding from sunburnt skies
Blizzards of colour, red , gold and brown
and then it passes
Everything strips to nakedness
And all is in place

To pass once again