The Winter Tale - Poem by Frederick Weyer

Trees bared to winter's touch
By winter's breath laid bare
Leaves whisper of winter's heart
Of winter's heart they share
Upon the floor red, copper glow
In waning sun, cold winter's hold
Whisper leaves, the story told
Of winter's heart laid bare
Tell it swiftly, in the fading glow
Ere all be covered in winter's snow
Tell it softly, speak it low
Ere all things cease to grow
Tell of autumn; brooding, dark
For she made winter lonely, stark
Speak of summer; distant, cold
For on her winter has no hold
Whisper of spring; haughty, lout
For winter's end she brings about
FIENDS! FOES! FELL and FOUL!
Soon to be swept under winter's cowl
When Sun is gone and Moon is dead
Winter's tale shall know no end
For winter first did come
And by winter all will be undone
Tell it softly, speak it low
Ere winter's breath covers all in snow