I have watched glass
Raining from the sky
The whispered midnight promises
Of oath takers still unseen
Mingling with the dancing flakes 
Where the children of Gods and men
Feast upon the spoils won
In winter's wars of mind and hand
Groaning casks of ripe spring rains
Lie unsettled in the burgeoning earth
While Mother Winter sprinkles upon us
The last of her sparkling blessings

                              -Chris Getz