Sleeping Beauty

under a scant sun
winter throws his brume
of snow. fields lie
vanquished in lambent
splendor and robed in frost,
trees stand
in mute glory

under his imperial breath
creation covets the hearth
her haven, barren slumber:
a bold consummation
of autumn’s bounty

the earth waits, a sleeping beauty
’til spring breaks
upon the white spell and
redeems her joy.