COLD WINTER
The cold hand of winter grasps harsh and firm,
Determined to live out in full measure it’s term
Of cruel reign, no mildness comes in this frigid season,
The snow falls relentlessly, seemingly without a reason.

The wind cuts and bites with white teeth, icy and keen,
No mercy in our white heartless friend can be seen,
No howling of Banshees chill the body so cold
As the grasping, clutching winter hand can hold.

The weakened sun has no power over this beast,
The moon creates a beauteous glow on this feast
Of anguish and pain, that a cold winter brings,
Silenced is even the beating of birds wings.

The footfalls are hushed, on a blanket of frozen white,
Of those few creatures who dare wander this night,
Snow upon snow has buried the cold, dead earth,
As if there will be no more sweet life, or any rebirth.

Winter so cold, winter so cruel, season without heart,
You will rule in icy white beauty, do your harsh part
In the four seasons of nature, yet you I dread most,
For you are magnificent winter, but such a cruel host.

M Ann Margetson © December 13, 2000
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