O, Redundancy, Thee That Never Gives Away.

Let not winter's hideous hand deface
With back-wards ebb sweet summer's memory.
Within thine heart's asylum -- thou embraced
The impure grain of ancient emery.
Quietly beget song that bypasses perchance,
Ere time distilled and thee alienate.
Thine melody need impression enhance,
Arduous brisk breath of the seasons satiate.
Naked surface threatened in every essence
Yet proving beauty by succession thine!
The winter's grasp be gone with evanescence,
But not shall winter forever resign.
Loathe not the seasons of resurrection.
What is ice, without fire's recollection?

Copyright (c) Novalyn Grace 2006
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Written late last year.