Ent'Ractes Poem by Kate Wiley

Those frozen trunks with golden crowns

Speaking now of summers past

Autumn days and cool sun-downs,

Proclaiming-frost has come at last!



Leaves, giv'n birth in cruel spring

In colors burn as summer ends

Tempered by their weathering

Blown away through wintry winds



Withered like old memories, fly.

Passing winds that cool our brows

See branches laced against the sky;

Find delight o'er drifting snows.


Old Winter, e'er be-knighted tries

Our spirits with his every blast

But the substance of our fires

Grows more bright in stark contrast.