A poem by ANTON VON STEFAN
November 16th - 19th, 2014
Winter's Sudden Approach
Now the twisted twigs their boughs do point,
Hither and thither from every joint,
The branches stripped bare by Autumn’s wind,
We watch as the days their hours rescind,
No more the warmth of the summer sun,
The days of leisure upon beaches done,
Twas late June the Summer Solstice passed,
At that moment winter’s step is cast?
Yet ‘Dog Days of Summer’ lie before,
August we still tan upon the shore,
Almost forgottn’ that heavenly event,
As idly those sun filled days are spent,
Sun’s rays shine brightly upon the land,
In bare feet we walk upon the strand,
Yea no notion of winter’s step we meet,
As soft hot sands warm our unclad feet,
Yet through nature’s clock the time is spun,
Tis not noticed through the warmth of sun,
Quiet moments of light pulled each day,
The path toward winter well on its way,
As the leaves their colour slowly change,
Fall’s beauty cast in village and range,
Warm evenings outdoor sadly no more,
Fall’s Equinox soon passes through the door,
Then cold winds upon the land do come,
The departure of leaves has begun,
At first, one or two alone will fall,
Float lazily on wind’s beck and call,
Then as air’s current its force blows strong,
Rustle of leaves a wilderness song,
Yea no more by ones or twos they go,
As much cooler winds the branches blow,
Soon stripped of colour the trees are bare,
Anon winds a’ bluster in the air,
The season’s change suddenly perceived,
The loss of summer presently grieved!
Now the twisted twigs their boughs do point,
That winter’s approach we must anoint,
Its hour at hand no more deny,
The sparkle of frost is in the sky,
Aye, the twisted twigs their boughs do point,
Cold chill nips us at every joint,
Snow’s blanket will fall upon the land,
Anon the year’s winter wonderland,
Is here!
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