Winter with his hands of lethal skill Has stripped the final vestiges of green And sucked from leaves the living chlorophyll Till only barrenness and death are seen.
Patient with autumn's fiery display And riotous flair of spring's extravagance One chill breath upon the verdant day And all reduced to bleak and frozen trance.
His artist concept, nude and drab and drear, And palette filled with shades of white and grey, Stark paintings sign the ending of the year And beauty lost that once had lived a day
In patience waits renaissance of the spring On his cold grave to dance and laugh and sing.
Poems Undated (1727)
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