To Winter Poem by Hayley Lewis

Summer come, and summer go,
Winter breath your frosty ire.
Whisper leafy melodies
Across the old log fire.

Your tear drops frozen solid,
Against the rigid land.
Parched, and worn, and entwined,
With summers waning hand.

Your darkened sky hosts,
Mist and vengeful ice.
Once locked behind the doors of time,
Soon to fall with your cruel vice.

Yet in the distance there will always be,
A veil of graceful light.
To wind its way through seasons,
But never out of sight.