The Other Side of Winter
(A Villanelle)
The winter’s dismal path is long and gray,
a never-ending march of cheerless dark
with skies whose colors bleach in dull array
where forest scene gives one a true display
and leafless limbs provide a raptors' park.
The winter’s dismal path is long and gray,
and through the open grove a new ballet
of life and death beneath the brittle bark
and skies whose colors bleach in dull array.
A wind unites with rain while leaves decay;
each limb begins to dance a graceful arc
in winter’s dismal path so long and gray
till snow appears and hides the hunter's prey.
New scenes occur of softer landscape mark,
tame skies whose colors bleach in dull array.
Resplendent white now blankets to allay
our thirst for beauty with a lustrous lark.
The winter's dismal path is long and gray,
with skies whose colors bleach in dull array.
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