A Winter Prayer Poem by DM W

When autumn completes its final fables,
When its rusted red and golden brown dreams
Have passed. Like the wise animals, I will
Hibernate and wait for the first snowflakes
Of winter to arrive.They will cover
The earth in a soft, feathery carpet.
O I shall pray and give thanks and praise to
The Creator, for all the bright colours
And intricate shades of the four seasons.
In winter, they terminate in quiet,
Ghost white sleep; and begin again in spring
With a sumptuous flash of pink and green.