soliloquy of seasons


no succor from the snow

nor sanctuary in sun-dazzled climes

cold grips and never lets go

he roves about the land

makes sure sister spring

does not arrive before her time

this is his reign,

the stately prince declares,

blue eyes harshly flashing

his skin is white as the treacherous ice

hair dark like the barren trees

haughty mouth and faehrye ears

denoting royalty

in this season of the world

i too lie dormant,

waiting for spring’s awakening

sluggish, despondant,

i long to run barefoot

through the sweet green grass

too bad it’s dead


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