On a cold day under misty blue-gray skies
darkened clouds moodily pass each other by.
Seasoned tree tops shiver on the landscape
in the distance majestic deer glide upon the wind.
Winter shakes a disheveled April from her sleep
rising she tears at the old man's tattered coat.
Turning the old man howls at her in a cold rage
April cowers in fear, crying she runs and hides.
Lifting her up in a whirlwind before his aging eyes
"no need to cry" he gently says and disappears.
Sandra Stefanowich is from Ontario.