Maids of Spring, Summer, Fall... br Sleeping, tucked cozy under bowers. br Dreaming, waiting awakening. br The fourth sister, Winter's Maid br br Treads on barefeet, daintily, laughing. br Ah, she is a pretty thing, palest of hair, br Skin...tinsel-colored eyes... br A touch...last color from leaves, fades, br br Trunks greyer, air chillier, grasses brown. br Squirrels flick tails in warning. She smiles. br With one foot, she tosses leaves aside, a bare br Patch of ground. What's this? Looking around, br br She takes things from her robe's pockets... br Sprinkles them on the ground. Covers br These with leaves. Laughs...knows br Her sister, Spring's Maid, always thought br br It was she...never br Winter's Maid.