one hundred words to winter

Shred the layered Veils
and Burn for heat these garments
which clothed us Summer long
now Shed their Golden splendor;
go Naked towards the Snow!


Till under these Pale stalks
in Clawed and furrowed Earth;
Bury life's remains with snow:
our gifts to winter's frozen heart.
Awaiting springtime's golden glow.


under this cold sky's arc
Effort rarely serves great Virtue;
One person's Work feeds many:
Starlings descend on the field.
Young ones shirk the Plow.


A paltry Rag-and-stick
man Wards off the Birds.
This season's children must till
Grandmother's garden. Spare the wine;
Break bread in new Jerusalem.