the bitters of winter
hath called this very day
upon tender shoots of grass
its coldness did lay
an icy unpleasantness
which remorselessly kills
whatever lies under
its acrid chill
winter shall reign over
these parts for many a day
and its frosty cover
shall have its willful way
the warming feel of summer
gone for some while
replaced by winter's
harsh freezing bile
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 7:50 PM UTC
the bitters of winter
hath called this very day
upon tender shoots of grass
its coldness did lay
an icy unpleasantness
which remorselessly kills
whatever lies under
its acrid chill
winter shall reign over
these parts for many a day
and its frosty cover
shall have its willful way
the warming feel of summer
gone for some while
replaced by winter's
harsh freezing bile
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