As the daffodils and tulips and rose
Turn their face towards the sun and begin glow
Their sweet aroma fills the fresh spring air
They dance as the sun hugs them in its’ rays
My toes are tickled by the trifling grass
The modest breeze sings songs into my ears
The soft melody that spring is here true
Like a secret I should not have been told
I whisper it to the bees buzzing free
And to the trees whose buds have begun bloom
That winter has finally made its course for good.
Where has winter gone, like the sun at night
Disappearing so quickly; far from sight.
The cold in the air replaced by soft breeze
The trees that were once bare are filled with leaves
O, winter, I greet thee like an old friend
Releasing me from your cold, grating grip
I find it difficult to let you go
Even though I know warm air is for best
I find comfort in arms of evil clutch
Though seasons eternally come and go
In my heart, winter will always endure
With thy chilled grip I can never refuse
Mystique and reserved, you always bewilder
Footprints in the snow, leading to who knows
Snowflakes dance in grace, I bow before them
The head of the kingdom, cold with beauty
Spring is sheltered, I know I should prefer
The taste of the sun, the sound of the Earth
But the bitterness brings me back always
Freezes me until I cannot move…preserved.
*This piece of writing was created as a mimic on John Keats’ “To Autumn” for my British Literature course.