The gods of summer
were the hot gods of Having:
they had their reward.

Gods of late autumn --
the sunset gods of Losing --
herald the night fall.

Now, earth lies barren,
shorn of all its adornment;
exposed to chill winds.

Once was, and, not yet;
a symphoney of silence --
Winter mystery.

Beneath the snowfall
Winter quietly conceals
secrets of new birth.

The gods of Winter:
perhaps the richest of the gods,
despite their silence.