Winter Rhapsody - I Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Winter Rhapsody - I
An hour to midnight.
All asleep in heavy
Blankets.
Light thrown out
In all the houses
Shudder
The houses in every waft
Of wind.
Where be the fortitude of the
Houses?
The wind neigh round
And round
From mere chance andProbability
Violin like and
Cyclical.
The rain patters
Indifferently.
It provides the intermittence
In the cycle:
Cycle in intermezzo.
That's Winter's Rhapsody!
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