Winter Cateno Rondo
The sharp air steals my sting-struck breath.
The grey skies overhead promise more snow,
The buffeting winds still, then blow;
The sharp air steals my sting-struck breath.
The grey skies overhead promise more snow,
And tis the season to be merry-
Though the bleak sky is contrary,
The grey skies overhead promise more snow.
Tis the season to be merry-
A bright red cardinal swoops to a pine branch
A glossy ornament, provoking tiny avalanche
Tis the season to be merry.
A bright red cardinal swoops to a pine branch,
His burning breast a kindling to behold-
His feathers fluffed to hamper the creeping cold;
A bright red cardinal swoops to a pine branch.
His burning breast a kindling to behold-
The sharp air steals my sting-struck breath,
The bird sings out his shibboleth,
His burning breast a kindling to behold.
The sharp air steals my sting-struck breath,
The grey skies overhead promise more snow.
The buffeting winds still, then blow
The sharp air steals my sting-struck breath.
9/28/2020
