Old Winter
When comes the old man winter in, Comports himself like king and crown There's naught to do but let him win For bones have no defense deep down We might as well just let him win; There's no resisting king and crown. Perhaps the host can…
Hail Fire
Oh fire, thou art destructive to thy core; An elemental force reducing all To elements original. Before Thy blazing path must all who touch thee fall. And yet thy flames do carry me and stir A hope for dawn, a comfort for tonight, Engulfed in spreading heat from head to…