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| [Baut Images: Winter Collage] |
Oh, bleak Winter,
From where have you come
To taunt us with bygone days
Of snowfields in the sun.
Bleak Winter with gray skies.
Branches scratching the Light
From out the day
And into night.
Bleak Winter with little snow.
A travesty of a season
Carved in ashes
For no reason.
Bleak Winter with perfidious weather.
Leaving us to ponder
Where Jack Frost has gone
In a mood so very somber.
Bleak Winter like humankind.
Bereft of integrity
Forgotten values
Living the life of a banditti.
Oh, bleak Winter,
The tombstone cracks
Under the very pressure
Of a single snowflake's track.
2012 Roger Allen Baut
"To every life a light that shines,
To every heart a beat that's true."
