This poem I wrote with earnest feelings of hatred but simultaneously as a joke. Sometimes super-serious things make me laugh the most. - So if this isn't funny to you, try not to be too affronted by it's harsh view of winter! But I thought that now, as February fades into March with hardly the slightest change in temperature, you might have the most chance of enjoying it, as I think we all feel a little (or a lot) angry at winter right now. This is my (futile) stab against the winter winds and my cry for earth to be green and blue again!!
Winter Harsh
O land! What hast they done to you?
The winter's minions harsh
Have ravaged you and cast their flakes
Upon my little marsh.
O sacrilege! I'm trodding on
The leaves that clapped for me.
Ravaged, naked, bare, and cold,
The once so dainty tree!
The forest dead, it's glory fallen,
Crumpled to the earth.
Oh mean! the wind that stripped the world
And trampled nature's mirth.
Even heaven's tears have froze,
Held hostage on the ground.
The heartsick eye of heaven stares,
In horror, wide and round.
A landscape varied as the shades
Of a sunset bright,
Is buried now beneath the dull
Monotony of white!
Winter Harsh
O land! What hast they done to you?
The winter's minions harsh
Have ravaged you and cast their flakes
Upon my little marsh.
O sacrilege! I'm trodding on
The leaves that clapped for me.
Ravaged, naked, bare, and cold,
The once so dainty tree!
The forest dead, it's glory fallen,
Crumpled to the earth.
Oh mean! the wind that stripped the world
And trampled nature's mirth.
Even heaven's tears have froze,
Held hostage on the ground.
The heartsick eye of heaven stares,
In horror, wide and round.
A landscape varied as the shades
Of a sunset bright,
Is buried now beneath the dull
Monotony of white!