When will winter bloom
Removing summer gloom,
Sounds my asking mind
Whence melting on suns fierce grinds.
Drear comfort not seasonal with prying wind,
Groaning heart licks the icy dreams in ruin,
A hazy prayer comes out from broken earth
To end the summers merry and winters early birth.
Seasoned bones mutter with an uneasy frown,
Humming in lengthy hours for cloudy tents,
Ere weather this mad madrigal tune
Played by witch May in devils annual ball.
Save winter half the world that
With ruptured hairs being uneasy curled.
Mother earth as if with folded hands
Waiting for maiden Autumns dewy wand.
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