My rendition of Winter.

Icy mist arises in atmospheric splendor,
A bleak horizon sets the Winter stage.
The river now hardened by the Winter's chill,
Replaces once more its emanation.

Frozen water droplets suspended in time hang from trees heavy laden with snow,
Forgotten; awaiting the new rebirthing.
For Spring; the time of growth, of harmony with nature,
To cleanse away the collection of nature's spoils.

The curtain falls as night descends upon the barren landscape,
Bringing once more its cold, brutal winds.
Newly fallen snow laid to rest in gigantic mounds of white,
Cover in ambiguous fascination, the Winter Stage.