A Winter Requiem
When the tundra winds come screaming across the April-clouded skies,
we can hear the piercing agony of winter as she dies.
When the harsh rain-snow is pelting metal roofs by day and night,
we can hear dame winter’s rattle as she, angry, passes away.
When we see melt-tears form rivulets from off fair winter’s cheeks,
we know this beauteous lady soon will find the rest she seeks.
Then the majesty of drifted snow and crystaled ice around
will sink into the grave of spring with one last melting sound.