I thought the snow had passed but yet, alas
It came again last night to gild the grange
And set for Spring a frosty white impasse
That she defer her entrance on this stage.
Snow falling fast yet still upon more snow,
A veil of blight obscuring distant trees;
By final coup, old Winter to bestow
His gelid might upon the nascent green.
But more to come upon the vanquished land;
Surrendered now stout hedgerows warrior pose,
Sweet cherub buds there placed in cold remand
And lime green sprigs grim frozen in repose.
So yields the world’s fair grasp of dreams sublime,
To weather doom, yet bide by hope in time.
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