Battle for Winter

snow since disappeared

yet empty trees still grasp

with their Wicked Witch claws

snatching at the breeze

fending off the rousing sun

armies lining the road

shoulder to shoulder they brace

first wave against the coming spring

unaware the inevitable conclusion

choking on her seeds of confinement

Persephone returns again

to wreath them in joyful greens

these uncasualties of war