A Season Unto Itself
Winter: by Greta Crosby
Let us not wish away the winter.
It is a season unto itself,
not simply the way to spring.
When trees rest, growing no leaves,
gathering no light, they let in sky
and trace themselves
delicately against dawns and sunsets.
Winter is a table set with ice and starlight.
Let us therefore praise winter,
rich in beauty, challenge,
and the promise of Spring.