Winter Id
I know what winter is
More than snow, and slow business:
How potatoes grow rotten in the ground
And what wheat wears a fungal dark gown,
Or birds falling from the sky.
The sun is shivering bright,
And earth is stark and white
With hunger sunken in an empty eye.
I know what winter is
The long migration of frozen seas
The shivering in the bone
The great man dying, scared and alone;
The coming change
Of water gushing from the frigid stone.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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