Write with winter in your grasp
and summer on your tongue
Allow to rest the spring of fall
The weather crisp and young
Let it paint the silent numbers of this semester past
Crack the glass of winter's grudge
and love that doesn't last
Suddenly now, with the summer gone,
September's thin and bare
At fallen snow of coldest months
we out the window stare
Bitter with the heavy wake that flurries to the ground
Vast is the blanket of silver frost that creeps without a sound
A whispering of icy fears lament within the soul
Eager in their depths to reclaim what summer stole
With the light that vanished,
the silent world awaits
its first glimpse in fleeting June
of the piercing chill to fade
Let not the cold possess our hearts
Nor heat let burn to dust
the aging streak of fragile wonder
Once silver and now rust
But ever slowly,
frozen palms release a breath that turns to Spring
and winter's grasp begins to thaw
as summer's starts to sing