Rage, Winter, Rage! Poem by Hm. Nes

Rage, Winter, rage!
And fell my heart
Mine severed dreams that see you as you are:
A pommel horse (pummeling, pummeling)
A renegade
A saber-toothed tiger (I'm pointing fingers now.)
One-eyed (ha!)
Blast me, Duke, blast me!
I've lost my mind
And you had hoped to harvest some for science
Alas, the thaw will come
‘Twill come (wrapping my cloak tighter about me)
Must come (and tighter still; clinched jaw)
Come, come, the piper's son
Marmalade (sung through chattering teeth)
Ma… ma… marmalade…
And spring
Yes, Spring!
That was the word I was looking for
Winter, you old coot!