Even So


Wind blowing ‘round my ears

Cold knocking at my door

Old man winter in a vengeful mood

Burns alike on rich and poor.

Snow deep in every bank and crevice,

Air thick with crystal ice,

Snow melt from eves and gutters

Falling stalactites.

The winter lord, even so,

Cannot stop the dreams of spring,

Nor the golden light of June,

Nor the soul to sing.

Bear Head Lake, MN