Another Year’s Cycle

Blowing blizzards of bleakness and blight
From an onset of flourish on the early morning light
Inconvenient iciness 
Irrepressible severity
Rising and falling with bitter barbarity
Relentlessly restful with no remorse for the weak
Saturating the shores 
Streaks of ponderous piques
Is there no escapism from your pummelled pelt
Yon blanket of blue devils with heedfulness heartfelt

How I long for redemption from your mournful melancholy
Oh to frolic in a summer meadow with the wild flowers folly
As I stare in despondency from the warmth of my room
reminiscing my rambles through orchard’s ripe springtime bloom
Tho in my heart of hearts I shall seek solitude
from my future encounters in melodious mood
Your winter’s wrath will soon fizzle and fail
Springtime shall overwhelm your onslaught 
You will not prevail

Then one’s senses will awaken on an early April morn
with the bleating and blaring of little lambs being born
Whilst we shrug off our shudders in the warmth of the sun
When new life and beginnings will burst open with fun
Only then one can sigh a lament of relief
As the harshness and horribleness from Winter’s disbelief
Leaves us all in it’s timelessness rest and repose
On another year’s cycle of seasonal comes and goes