Winter Sonnet

Beneath the pallid moon’s cool grace Icy boughs in silence bow Where frost veils the earth in lace Winter whispers through them now. The wind, a cello’s mournful cry Its melody, a haunting dirge A dark pall shrouds the twilight sky As Death’s cold clasp begins to surge. Yet still, ‘neath the chill, beauty lies Winter weeps as ice melts away A spark that stirs the soul to rise As Spring’s soft breath revives the day. As the sun warms the frozen land Winter yields its frigid, cruel hand.