Winter's Reply

O frozen winter, fierce and bold,
Why do you come to Fall destroy?
With iron will, you thrash and spill,
To silent Autumn’s winsome joy.

Your frost sewn quilt, in shades of gray,
Covers the last of Autumn’s flame.
Your dancing loom, spins beauty’s doom;
You dark and wanton life reclaim.

Silent winter, have you poem or song,
Have you words to me reply?
Speak of death, of frozen breath,
Barren winter, tell me why.

'Long years I’ve come- bold and sure,
Long years my winds have blown.
Through all of time, with verse and rhyme,
I’ve pondered every tree and stone.

Of all I’ve seen, of lifetimes passed,
None to Autumn’s doom compare.
Through endless years, my frozen tears,
Fall to beauty’s end declare.

Color’s fade, and life and time,
Alone I’m left to weep and mourn.
I this burden carry, to Autumn bury,
And lament alone in song forlorn.

A melody sad, with lyrics few;
'Don’t sorrow for madness mistake'.
I ache and yearn, the joyous return,
Of beauty for beauty’s sake.'

O solemn winter, it surely dies;
Autumn’s sacrifice, you see?
In death comes life, joy in strife,
In its fall it life sets free.

This departure selfless
Brings hope for joyous Spring.
In its death you’ll find, its choice designed,
To us life and beauty bring.

O gentle winter, wrought in sorrow’s song,
Forgive my senseless blame.
Raise your voice, in sweet rejoice,
For Spring will come to life reclaim.