Once more! The earth tilted towards the sun <br />That sent the frigid wind from north to south <br />Making summer marked the earth as it leaves <br />The trees and grassy mountains thirsty and dry, <br /> <br />Doom of the universe that darkened the clouds; <br />Rains of fate are in Mother Nature’s hands best; <br />Cynical desire of an earthling is still incomplete; <br /> Must he know how, how winter showers bleed? <br /> <br />Yet, look around the snowy-veil of this mountain; <br />As bride in the aisle of clouds, she is shimmering; <br />Willing to standstill upon the eyes of her beholder, <br />With question in mind: Why winter cries in flakes? <br /> <br />Bound to love the creation of God, this artist’s hand <br />Laid this endless beauty on canvas, when she dies; <br />Selfsame, self-story then from wall to wall, he hangs <br />With tireless doubt in mind: Why do winter leaves? <br /> <br />Then the earth tilts once more away from the sun, <br />And brought back the trees and mountains anew, <br />Yet! Still, this earthling has composed a question, <br />“Why do other places have no winter like mine? “<br /><br />Efren Petalver Carranza<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-myth-of-winter/
