This year in Kentucky we experienced a killing freeze. This was written in response to that event.
The sunlight comes but too late,
The irises lie dead beside the gate.
All the trees once dressed in green
are tattered and raw, stripped obscene.
What lay lush and beautiful yesterday
has turned an angry shade of gray.
Flowers, shrubs, and even grass
have felt the anguish of winter's pass.
The warm air came and played a trick
Then nature felt again winter's prick.
New life sprouting from the earth
was stunted by the cold's rebirth.
From warm to cold the weather turned
and all nature cries for it was burned.
Lost among the icy winter's breath
which sent springs loveliness to death.