When naked winter walks again,
Stark and cold across the landscape,
His icy footprints trace the trails
To the demesnes of death.
By barren fields and denuded trees,
He is revealed; no longer can
The season skulk behind the fire
Of autumn's leaves, but Adam-like
Must stand exposed for what he is.
More Cain than Adam, maybe,
For he kills his sibling season,
Then proceeds to kill with cold
The vegetation delicate
And striving for survival in
His hard, bare-fisted, freezing grip.
And on an entirely different topic . . .
When they gaze at one another,
Lovers look with double vision
And see twice what others see.
For in present face and figure flow the lines
Of age, lamenting loss of tall, taut youth.
But gleaming there behind the mask of time,
Unseen by general eyes,
Lies yesterday's smooth, bright beauty.
Thus it is love conquers time,
Bends it double -- past over present --
So that lovers view an extra share of truth
Enfolding the long ago in every living moment,
Transcending time for two.