Transient Lament

…then, let the dark fret in icy lament

And rage against the far side of the glass

These minstrels pelting frigid limb and grass

Are merely nature’s restless discontent

And like the wantonness of winter-thought

They too shall pass; a twinkle in the eye

Soon we will laugh beneath warm summer sky

Or bask in oceans of for-get-me-not

It is not far to winter’s other side

Moments melt heedless, one into the next

A year veiled in soft half-breath pretext

Slips easily into Time’s thrumming tide

And all the gleaming, potent fantasies

Of better days to come that we desire

While sitting snug beside the flickering fire

Will soon be wafting in the purple autumn breeze

Janet~