October 29, 2012

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  When Winter Comes   

   

  When winter comes – It comes too soon

  To consummate the garden’s pride

  Now – Few feet markings of shore birds on snow

  In randomed cross-hatch show at all

  And wash out with each tide

   

  Indigo clouds have massed beyond the reach

  Prophetic vision of the violence to come

  As lichen cease their crawl across feldspathic rock

  And icy lacings weave around the glacial stones

  All living slows – Some life succumbs

   

  The summer’s innocence has fled in sorrow

  In full retreat before Alberta’s blows

  As old exhausted spruce in wind-swept coves

  Collapse with heaviness of years

  Felled by fierce winds and waves and weighted snows

   

  The weariness of years now settles in

  The tragic mountain of desire is stilled

  The dreams decay – The needs are nil

  When winter comes – It comes too soon

  To resurrect the unfulfilled

   

   

   

   

   

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