If Winter Come Poem by Victoria Grace Blackburn

Disdainful Earth!
Hooded in clouds and snowdrifts–
Great gray Earth,
That shivers and gathers her garments!
Just for a space you lower your eyelids,
Just for a moment you turn me the cold of your shoulder.
There! There! Already!–
Now I have caught you–
A turquoise rift in the rack,
That was relenting!
And back of the pine-trees a flash like a smile,
That, O earth, was your promise!

Below the depth of the frost
Is the warmth of your bosom.
The ice in your veins
Is troth to the rain and the runnel.
The catch in the call of the wind
Is your lip at my ear–
Your whisper of breezes,
Of breezes and blossom–
Of summer–of sweetness–of love!