Day: December 18, 2006

Midwinter


WINTER, a sharp bitter day
the robin turns plump against the cold
the sun is weak
silver faded from gold
he is late in his coming
and short in his stay

Man, beast, bird and air all purging, all cleansing,
earth already purified awaits the rite of spring
Her bridal gown a virgin snow and frosts in her hair
A snowdrop by the road today
bowed gracefully and high upon the wing
up in the sparkling nothingness,
a lone bird began to sing
Can gentle spring be far away?

Tommy Maken