Why is it winter still,
With the thrashing wind and slaving chill?
The splashing water beating panes,
My tears falling whilst it rains.
Why does this winter enslave the Earth?
Capture, hold it, demean its worth,
And steal the beauty of what once was
With icy breeze and chilling frost.
Why is my heart as cold as snow?
The swirling, drifting, cantankerous flow
Of fleeting white and beating flecks,
Flames of blue with thawing wrecks.
And why, even as winters pass,
And spring flowers return with gasp
And sunlight beams above the grass,
The winter inside, it still lasts?