Winter's Touch
By Stellar84

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This poem belongs to me, Emily.  All rights reserved.  Please,
no duplicating, copying, or distribution without my consent.
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     The park is still, I think, tonight 
     With no birds calling where they might 
     The air seems cold and deathly still 
     And there some animals seem ill 

     Winter’s touch is as light as snow 
     Following where the wind doth blow 
     And trees do freeze with frosty air 
     Mocking me with a midnight stare 

     Jack Frost just shows no mercy here 
     Painting things with a constant leer 
     His white doth cover all in sight 
     The moon gleaming with silent light 

     All things do have a subtle glow 
     Of everything I think I know 
     That Winter, here, hath come to rest 
     Building for Her a subtle nest 

     Her eyes do gleam, an icy cold 
     Of yet I wonder am I bold 
     Enough to stand against her will 
     Her deathly silence gives me chills 

     Her coming tells of cold and death 
     And many draw their last, warm breath 
     But Lady why must you do this 
     Ending life with a simple kiss 

     Your cold embrace is known to all 
     And those unwary just might fall 
     And you do snatch my best of friends 
     Bringing them to meet their own end 

     My cries are silent, tears of pain 
     Falling forever, like the rain 
     Curse you Lady who stands abroad 
     Who kills as often as She nods 

     And when you finally depart 
     You have injured more than my heart 
     My body here lies cold but still 
     And then finally are the trills 

     The birds are back where they belong 
     Singing now their beautiful song 
     Flowers grow and blossom once more 
     Now I know what’s in store 

     This deathly cycle You have set 
     Winter here will return you bet 
     And with her comes those cold, cold nights 
     And I will face you out of spite 

     I shelter my friends, birds and trees 
     My wish is to just beg of thee 
     To leave my humble home alone 
     To not turn it as cold as stone 

     And yet I know, it is naught 
     My few request will not be thought 
     To hold importance as they are 
     Might as well wish upon a star 

     For Winter is but dark and cruel 
     And uses all just like a tool 
     And once a year comes to reign 
     Upon my small, so small domain