So many mornings' lights,
So many chilly dusky nights,
But still the winter pervades
And spring evades.
I touched the dewy flower
And was awed by its power,
Its false brightness,
Heavy lightness.
A blossom in the dark
In a landscape ever stark,
Forgotten in the tremors
Of winters subtle terrors.
Though summer should be full
I still feel winter's pull,
Crisp in the air,
Lurking in its lair.
False spring come and gone
Like winter's foolish pawn,
Now, summer at the door,
Winter holds its war.