Losing battle

Winter won't go down without a fight

death, it turns out, has quite an ego

like one of those self-important types

who has to have the last word

as if there is ever a last word

what a blow it is to discover

one's impermanence

and so it rages while it can

clawing the sky, spitting with fury

at the troops of buds advancing

with the battle cry of singing birds

desperately it tries to defend its reign

declaring war on the world

and foolishly spending

all of its resources

on a losing battle

too blustery to understand

that death is no match

for Life