Lyrics
WINTER’S LONGING
I felt the verse of swaying tree
Her song the call of winter’s leave
From rooftops melting arrows fell
As sparrows bunched and bade farewell
To a blanket white soon to recede
As I alone marched her failing sea
Here forgotten berries lay withered black
That no wing would pluck for their lack
For soon the Earth would reveal to sky
An open meadow for her eye
Of vivid greens — colours fair
With gentle breeze
Leaving winter bare
© Fredrick Brooks (2013)
Painting Ruth Read
From the Quarterly
