
Winter
draws in, and the frost bites hard. Its teeth are sharp and it won't let go. The
clammy cold presses in, and snow- flakes tumble blindly from the nothingness.
Every
edifice is decorated with buntings of fragile frozen fingers of water, clear as
glass. And the low subdued sun, with sheer timeless persistence, penetrates
every drip. The
world halts; vegetation completely frozen in rigor mortis. And the dead,
sparse land sleeps - in silence. Life
submits to the harsh battle; even the bones of hard burly creatures will shiver
and shake when the cruel chill of winter attacks. And
yet, in all its brutality, bleak weather is driven away. And when life
resumes its perpetual vigour again, the skies brighten, and nature lives in
harmony. |