Winter’s Palace   

I’m stuck in winter’s chilly grip,

Oh how I long for fall,

Where leaves are plenty, and the

Sky holds me in bluest thrall.

But the snow holds tight throughout

The day, with many an icy bar,

And makes me wish for the green of

May, where the trees are never far,

Where the breeze it carries playful

Tunes, on gentle, whispering arms,

Instead of gusting forcefully

With its angry, violent charms.

My heart it yearns for a summers

Night, which does not come ’til late,

Where the only sounds alive are the

Crickets rustling ’neath the gate.

But here I’m trapped, in Winter’s Palace,

With the dullest of gray for my eye.

Oh, how I pine for the dew on the grass,

Not the dreary white snow from the sky.

By: Anna McCarty

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