Hark, Hark, What Haunting Melody

Hark, hark, what haunting melody

Intrigues the poet where stark limb

Is primed with solemn poetry

And captures heart-throbs with its hymn

 Winter’s earth wears a snow white shroud

Yet shameless, showcases bare trees

Where suddenly silence roils loud

Like crashing surge of far-off seas

Intent we are on bent of dreams

Sometimes it seems that we forget

How verily the hour streams

With time’s moment-ous pirouette

…it authors haunting melodies

Which induce an unbridled urge

To wander beneath winter's trees

And listen to sweet summer’s dirge

© Janet Martin

...on that note I think I will bundle up and wander/ski beneath naked trees to listen to

sweet summer's dirge...

 because "nature gives to every season a beauty all its own" 

Charles Dickens