Just when Winter

dragged his tail

through half-open cellar door,

Reluctant to come in and

rest on cozy hearth-warmed floor . . .

Too tired to be playful,

lest Spring would win the game,

He hissed

and spat out sleet and snow,

then added freezing rain.

Just when Springtime,

from her corner,

pointed satin-slippered toes,

and waved her gold-flecked sun rays

at his red, drippy nose . . .

Too gleeful to act coyly,

she pounced on him with joy!

She twirled old Winter by his tail

and whupped that nasty boy!

Winner and Still Champion – Spring!

While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease.  (Genesis 8:22 KJV)