Spring never fails her viewer
air crisp with sounds of joy
deer fear no more
we share this praise
To be amongst the trees
the breeze is freedom
Here the peak…no more
her finest moment of rebirth,
now waiting for her age to turn
and see the decline of life
she too will pass and die
Winter’s cut is generous
he enters unconcerned to pain
and tells truths of those he
seen conquer the weak
passing of pleasure
Escaping winter is for
her who cannot stand him
-Calvin