Echoes - To Winter

By Paul Annon

Sat, 11 Dec 2010
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Season of bitter fruitlessness
Made glummer by this sun of chalk
Morning becomes enigma
The dead unravel fast

Leaden skies look down on glacial waters
The blighted landscape mirrored in still depths
Skeletal trees raise lifeless limbs in supplication
Shivering in the North Wind's icy breath

A rolling wasteland spreads for miles around
While winter well begun is yet half done
Who's afraid of Virginia Water ?
"I" said the sparrow frozen to the marrow
"I'm afraid"

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Submitted by Highhat on
The bleakness of winter to be regenerated come Spring ;)

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Love how you have described the season, especially the second stanza. Thanks for the read. Jenny.

 

Submitted by seashore on
Really like this, especially the ending - Who's afraid of Virginia Water ? "I" said the sparrow frozen to the marrow "I'm afraid"