Winter hung the world in ice, That cold and beauteous death, And flattered dour earth with pearls Before his greater theft: Whose many branched gnarled hands Clutched desperate at her naked breast And rummaged through once leafy boughs, But found herself bereft.
Breathtaking. Truly.
Many, many thanks. I'm so glad you liked it!
Really enjoyed this. It's short. but the rhyming pattern and the rhythm really bumps along. Lovely!
Thank you Daniil!