Winter’s Final Snowfall

"Crocus in spring snow" (Photo:

“Crocus in spring snow”

Come late autumn, Winter’s light, chill touch
Changes leaves to gold and frosts the grass,
Gently tucks the drowsy earth in bed
And with a soft lullaby, lulls all to sleep.

Come mid-winter, it roars its arctic blasts;
With lusty vigor, howls and rages,
Gripping the earth firmly in its frigid grasp
And burying it under mounds of icy snow.

In the end, lays exhausted on its snowy bed,
Chastened by the hand of early Spring,
And with its last breath, weak and feeble,
Gasps out its final snowfall now gentle and meek.

( “Winter’s Final Snowfall” © 2013.  All rights reserved. )

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A 19th-century romantic poet living in the 21st-century. The Romantic poets, nib pens, candlelight, waistcoats, and pocket watches are a few of my favorite things.
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