Winter Comes AgainA Poem by emipoemiWith the summer rays receding, And the trees abscising leaves; With the breezes turning bitter As a warning for long sleeves; In the bleak and heavy silence When the world is on the wane- Woe to the cold and lonely That Winter comes again. As the colours lose their lustres, And the clouds eclipse the sky; As Nature creaks and whistles, And the threat of snow is high; As the dried-out dregs of Autumn Mesh and moulder in the rain- Woe to the tired and hungry That Winter comes again. With the hearth prepared with kindling, Yet no match to make it flame; With the hours like days elapsing, As the darkness stakes its claim; Whilst the frost creeps through the houses, And fogs ev’ry windowpane- Woe to the broken-hearted That Winter comes again. In the stern and stagnant labyrinth Where the blights and burdens grow; In the deep and dour foreboding From the eerie streetlamp glow; In the sweeping desolation Yielding nothing much to gain- Woe to the drifting shadows That Winter comes again. -EDP © 2021 emipoemiReviews
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