Winter Poem by Debtoru Chatterjee

Your cold clammy touch, I hate to feel
All that's Evil and Death seem your allies true
You deceive with bright sun and sky blue
But the emissary night comes our kin to steal.

I wish I could keep you always at bay
Let foxes, hounds the snowy forests hunt
But my garden always be an April or May
Rather a summer squall than old Winter's brunt!

But vanguard Autumn must always portend
By falling leaves, the destruction you must rend
The flight of migrant birds over the sea
Nature's code: sleep, die or flee.

I wish it were eternal Spring
No winter to make the birds stop sing
No Death to make chasms deep
Where kin are hurled and we stand and weep.

But for good to come, the bad must ever precede
Winter must first do its vile creed
Ere Spring and life blooms forth in coloured prance
When children play and hermits break their sombre trance!