Poetry: Winter Song

Winter Song
–Aaron Kramer
From Wicked Times

     Under a willow
     close by a brook
     her lap for a pillow
     her eyes for a book

     she like a drummer
     prac­ticed her art
     all spring and all summer-
     the drum was my heart.

Hear how the wil­low sighs to the sun:
It is over and done with, over and done!
Hear the cold brook, that can hard­ly run:
It is over and done with, over and done!

     Under what maple
     lose by what lake
     will she lie next April?
     Whose heart will she break?

Cyn is a proud Mommy & Mémé, professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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