Glistening wet and melted down
Mountains kissed with sun
Going up a muddy road around
More ruts that won’t be fun

Bare branches shaken a wind blows
Down and away from cliffs rise
Drooping limbs from heavy snows
Reflecting darkly their disguise

Black raven flying with no soul
Searching for an easy meal
Take no effort nor pause patrol
Grinning from eyes surreal

Ending winter seems so tripe
Land and water stained with death
Await a brand new season to wipe
Away and give the land new breath