New Won Land

NEW WON LAND

Cool, bright, clear
and Arctic white;
Winter squares
up for the fight.

Colours to calm
tales yet untold;
Domains to claim
from Autumn's hold.

She takes the ring
and faces Fall;
She wins the toss
but wants it all.

Now woken, Winter
fierce and fresh;
With frigid fingers
flays Fall's flesh

She fakes a left
then fires a right;
A final blast
of icy might.

Fall takes it
squarely on the jaw;
The canvass calls
She fights no more.

Victorious, Winter
hands held high,
cold cotton cape
takes to the sky.

From mountain peak
to sea damp sand;
Her blanket settles
new won land.