Sleep, New Year
Sleep, New Year …..
Sleep New Year, in cold Winter’s frozen grasp.
From deep slumber dream of the coming year;
Give Old Winter's end to March’s last sharp gasp,
Let playful Spring banish false Winter cheer.
Past the equinox in chilled slumber’s dream
Tell the year’s gifts, set in harsh Winter’s hand,
Which, given to Seasons in turn, will scheme
To let bold Summer play upon the land.
Then, in her turn, show fair fragile Autumn,
Golden child of Winter now come of age.
Dream New Year, in blanket of cool mists cloaked,
White shrouded against the harsh season’s rage.
Foretell, when the tired and ageing year wanes,
How spent seasons pass and then sleep again.
01/08/2017
Copyright © Barry Stebbings | Year Posted 2017
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