The winter of our discontent

Dance till the winter sleeps

A long lull it is before he returns

He comes dressed in a robe of snow

Shrouding leaves,and the bed of sky

Wielding a scepter of thunder bolts

As the still shy sun whimpers in pity

I stir.

Morning and a darkening of sky beckons

Is it night or day or an Alaskan gray

Where the harbinger of night

Gallops to ever green blithe spirit

The dark knight vanishes in defeat

No storm nor awakening frost shakes

My hungry shivering soul

Until sleep steals my final winks

I wake to another quiver

The sun the sun the sun.

I missed u lover.