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Lament to Winter
I miss the winter we barely had
In yesteryear I hold dear
The winter we truly had
With great flurries and bouts of snow
With marrow-chilling cold and gusts ablow
With darkened trees amidst the gloam
But now the season
A husk of winter’s glow
Only lives here and now
Without the awe of wintertide snow
Recounting
‘Twas when winter held strong
That I found my self awoke before dawn
Half-sleeping as my lucid state slowly waxed
I stumbled out in clothes quickly donned
The world was quiet as its voice had waned
Smothered by the layers of snow
And the new twirlings that drifted down
Helped relieve my face of a sleep-addled frown
And strangely enough in those antelucan hours
The clouds did glow from artificial towers
It was then I heard a sound
Far off and distant but yet loud
The horn of a train hauntingly present
Emanating through the dark under the lone crescent
Times of enchantment such as this
Are hard to spot and so easy to miss
Ode to Winter
Oh how wonderful your are!
How your great beauty and lethality intermix!
You’ve showed me pure and fresh snow
Ilumed by a full moon’s glow
Unto my eyes you have given
The darkest depths of frost-laden groves laying hidden
In the day your frost and snow covers the pines
Rendering them magnificent and sublime
But when day is at end
And the sun crawls into its den
How strange do those pines sway
Dancing and dancing with no hint of decay
Against your clouded sky
They move and move until they cry
Such a howling noise unique to you
Yet it ceases with the glow of morning dew