Impression of Winter

Poemata CVIII

Winter Tree (Lisa Ann Yount)

Audio: Impression of Winter (Rubato Jazz Ballad)

I searched, longing for an impression of Winter
Of the chill that pervades 'neath a northern sun
When the land lies brown, and the woodland banter
Is silenced by the wind in the fen and the run;
Of the bleakness that holding upon our spirit
Less sad makes the gray than the sky of pure blue
The storm that may come, and tho' some may yet fear it
So rubbed our world white as tho' washed it anew;
No lightning announced nor thunder has spoken
Tho' gale beat us sore in our hovels of stone
And many a time as from darkness awoken
A man must find missing such things of his own;
Tho' Spring may yet come with its hopeful appearance
No end do we feel nor so lasting a thaw
The Narcissus awaits in the garden's dark clearance
But none of these were the Impression I saw.