ODE

To The Winds of Winter

The winds of Winter with their effete hands
pounding in softness the sybarite lands
gather in gossamer, and mount
protean charges (tantamount
to nothing: for even the twig withstands
the winds of Winter's fount).

Soon now the World will be awake (weary
and sluggard) from its pale cemetery-
Night: Sunbeams wafting their hues/quaff
scattering it like barley draff
over the solferino vagary
of its auroral strafe

while th'winds of Winter with their cracker air
flirt arabesquely with the prickly-pear
leaf-notions on Life's window-sill
and wild scents of burnt daffodil
field-dapplers of cold Morning's twilight-glare
come now over the hill

of rooftops careless to the Winter's wind:
Woman-like aromas heart-warmly spun
up bustling, vacant streets & halls,
down the sad, spurious thickets-walls
lining the walks, around the yards, behind
the empty ferns-rimmed Malls

cool winds of Winter spurn the froths of snow
clinging onto trees' deathblow & adagio
swinging or inclining breezes
which in myriad bursting pieces
come to rest before the calm punctilio
of their own caprices!

while: Th'winds of Winter transmigrate around
the flections of The Dawn's hickory ground
with flippant Joy & Cock's crows come
scorching in Cold Delirium--
wistful: the windmill Autumn sirvente Sound
dying in its Hope's hum!

Then: polliwog chortling & bedizen trees
trapeze the shimmering & shilly-shally breeze
up to each playing/playful dinter
& from swaying onto swaying stinter
Proof! there's that first Winter's morning: Peace!
Peace with the winds of Winter