Whitman Unread

. for public domain I fear each Winter's ascendency. I loathe its long and formidable reign. I yearn for Spring and Summer showers, Autumn's chilling wind and brutal rain. Winter's doom, long on once fertile ground, entombs a broken stem and decaying limb, mutes leaves of grass without a sound, hovers our land like a deadly hymn. Each preceding Season's history, embalmed by each Winter's dreadful sound says, "Endure well your austerity. Words worth hearing shall be once more found."