Frost fashions silver spears from brittle reeds
Ice armour-plates the stream and halts its flow
On sky’s dark cloak, now hangs moon’s burnished shield
And serried ranks of spruce prepare for snow.
The veteran oak tree’s limbs are stiff with cold
And callow poplars tremble in chill night
But memories stir of distant summer’s bold
unvanquished sun that will again blaze bright.