Winter

Gray is the season that withers

Blossoms dulled by satin frost

How they sadly fall

Cruel chill, it breaks them all

Rest, Rest immortal doves

While winter feigns treasures lost

     Crystal brooks still as dusk

     Mirror figures warm at heart

     Oaks over icy knolls

     Sprawling old souls

     Flutter, flutter leafless arches

     For that single spark of life to start

          Blushing through frozen woods

          Morning hints at splendor, frail

          A starling in the snow

          Sleeping on her bough

          Wake, wake feathered angel

          Sing sweet trills of the nightingale