A LAMENT.......
WINTER’S BREATH The edge of winter, cold most cruel, Tis in the air, cutting like a knife, As we shiver, the leaves fall down, Ice and snow all around, deeply so, Lock in a vice natural, sleep if you can, For spring is still five months away, Months of cold and dark, forbidding, Yet, even now there is life within, As nature sleeps, and man huddles, Good cheer abounds around the fires, Drink and be hearty, creatively conservative, Soon Winter Solstice, day short alarmingly, Will the Sun reappear,... Sign in to see full entry.