The Lilt of the Year
by Hazel Dell Crandall
A melancholy mantle rests
Upon the land, the sea.
The wind in tristful cadence moans
A mournful threnody.
There flits no gleeful insect,
No blithesome bee nor bird;
Over all the vast of Nature
No joyful sound is heard.
In garments sere and somber
Each vine and tree is clad:
It's dreary-hearted winter,
And all the earth is sad.
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A serene winter scene in a coniferous forest after a snowfall.