Trapped in Winter

She’s bound by winter’s icy heart

And trapped within its flood.

Knowing that the spring is near,

Stirs not her sluggish blood;

She never feels her tangled hair

Trapped in the rain and mud.

But presently dark winter’s pall

Will melt and wash away,

For, though it still holds her in thrall,

The spring is on its way

With all its warmth and bursting buds,

Blossoms in bright array.

So, let the winter hold her dreams

For yet a little while,

The dryad soon will wake from sleep

And all her wood will smile.