WHEN A WINTER WIND SWEEPS ICE CRYSTALS THROUGH THE PASS, YOU WILL HEAR THE HOWL OF THE SCAVENGERS

They came through our home

Like animals

Come searching for food

When Winter has closed

The mountain passes.

Clumsy with a desperate need,

They came to steal our Spring.

But once returned

To their ice cavern home,

They found only the fragile petals

Of frozen flowers in their hands.

Again, and again they came.

And their angry hunger

Slashed at our contentment

Threatening the serenity

Of our Spring.

Till at last, they were exhausted,

Broken by the hopeless struggle

To bring Spring to the Winter

Land they called home.

Still they came—

To briefly know the warmth

Of a borrowed sun

In an alien land of Spring.

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