The Blackbird Bravely Sings

The crows gather sticks
and the blackbird bravely sings
between the icy gusts
the south wind whispers
and the sun gently glows.

Earth groans and heaves as she labors
A deadly battle rages within
Winter, like a cruel midwife, reaches deep
with her icy fingers seeking to still
the heartbeat of emerging spring
wailing she flings hail and snow
the infant Spring will be frozen out
she feels her strength fading, melting
in the face of the wind and sun
with a shower of snow Winter renews her grasp
little Spring is too weak, too young to compete
with a crackle of chill laughter
she beats the earth and turns young buds to ice
young Spring will die.

But no--
The crows gather sticks
and the blackbird bravely sings
between the icy gusts
the south wind whispers
and the sun gently glows
and winter slowly dies.