Poems

Winter

Winter, winter;
Sweet, sweet winter:
When creatures bow their heads in sleep
When trees their ephemeral sheaths do weep
The fall’s resplendent volley fades
And withers into hueless shades
The empyrean dipper of summertime dew
Turns up into a question mark.

Winter, winter;
Sweet, sweet winter:
The last leaf falls and all is dark.

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