Member Poem

With the summer rays receding,
And the trees abscising leaves;
With the breeze becoming bitter
As a warning for long sleeves;
In the bleak and heavy silence
When the world is on the wane–
Woe to the cold and lonely
That Winter comes again.

As the colours lose their lustres,
And the clouds eclipse the sky;
As Nature creaks and whistles,
And the threat of snow is high;
As the dried-out dregs of Autumn
Mesh and molder in the rain–
Woe to the tired and hungry
That Winter comes again.

With the hearth prepared with kindling,
Yet no match to make it flame;
With the hours like days elapsing,
As the darkness stakes its claim;
Whilst the frost creeps through the houses,
And fogs ev’ry windowpane–
Woe to the broken-hearted
That Winter comes again.

In the stern and stagnant labyrinth
Where the blights and burdens grow;
In the deep and dark foreboding
From the eerie streetlamp glow;
In the sweeping desolation
Yielding nothing much to gain–
Woe to the drifting shadows
That Winter comes again.