Be Gone Poem by Paul Reed

"The stars that singly, then in flocks appear,
Like jets of silver from the violet dome,
So wonderful, so many and so near,
And then the golden moon to light me home-
The crunching snowshoes and the stinging air,
And silence, frost, and beauty everywhere."
from ‘Winter Uplands' by Archibald Lampman.

This time of year I hate
With it's wintery game
The darkness do not rate
But still hide in, all the same;

The stars are bitter and cold
Though standing out in beauty
All the stories have been told
But still I do my duty;

The moon hangs pallid and sad
But shines my way on the path
For directions I am glad
Yet still it feels my wrath;

The frost that bites my toes
Sparkles in dazzling array
But sums up all my woes
At the ending of the day;

Gone, Winter be gone!
Go away and never come back!
But then again, please come back ‘ere long
To freeze Summer's dusty track.