Ice glistens in nests, on the migrations return,

The confusion of the newly born,

Ice preventing all the young,

No room to live and learn

Ice drops from clouds so willingly,

The frost makes his debut,

A blizzard of the warming months,

To soon to feel it new,

Has Mother Earth lost her great touch?

Destroyed her seasons clock?

On Summers door we try to knock,

Whilst she just sits and mocks.

Over here in England it has recently snowed couple of days ago.

In March.

I got the inspiration for this when I saw a frosted birds nest

Thank you England, for your wonderful cold weather.