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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Seasons have changed their weathered cycles here A frigid frost frolics on dead dry air. Old man winter is summoned now so soon It is a cranky world and a coatless moon And through it shivering the homeless roam Like sea froth bumping on a bridleless foam They left the customed haunts of parks bare Under the white sheet of bleak frozen air And in every church door, and store front stand Rubbing and rubbing their shriveling hand And in their eyes pop a stark dread, bland fear The sum of our sudden and sick despair. Ah winter is added now to all We must endure in our life's brimming gall. ii Across the world the winds have changed; this hell Of winter wrestles patience, bulge its spell In large leprous mounds of silent ice Wind banked, shriveling us back into rooms Where the budget for heat can ill suffice The heart's frigid condition, we the tombs Of hope, who broke bonds for a modern life Blanching love, faith and sacred human strife We on the edge of each truth once so dear Withering the world, and making Christ drear. I feel the sharp winds, the victims cold knife Tempests cold knell on the piper's pied fife. In confusion we wait against the thaw Senseless to break the markets dismal law. ****** [Winter is real and it is a metaphor. The last lines of the 4 sonnets reads vertically: "Aw, it is cold, love."
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