Hanmyo

Squirrels snatch pinecones from the threat'ning frost. Chirps absent from the stagnant morning air. Sun's sad attempts does Nature's will exhaust. Where could be that promised turtledove pair? The pathways dim, abandoned 'til spring's tide Sweeps 'cross fields of daisies, nature's daughters. The purity of winter's genocide Sweeps 'cross domains of earth, sky, and water. Yet left untouched is man's chaste haven: Home. Where Prometheus' fire incenses hope, Where gumdrops line rooftops and gummies roam, Where frostbite and shivers on warmth elope. Yet wherein winter lies spring's salvation, For without sin there is no redemption.