The Cold Cometh

It shakes its flake ridden scalp upon the landscape

Blanketing nature's vestiges from the season before

Autumn's head has bowed and saluted the Reaper's Freezing

It sounds its threatening whistle

That shrieks through with ghastly fingers

Icily sketching spasms through dormant living things

Those who can dig deeper do

To defend themselves against his taking

The Healthy but Careless

The Old and Infirmed

The Poor and Destitute

And Even Those who consider themselves Immune

Could Come Upon An Untimely Incident

As all must pass to re-seed the Vigour of Spring

As Spring's Mercy is borne through Winter's Malice



Hubs related to poetry can also be found on HubPages. Here are a few I recommend:


Poetry. Autumn Free Fall. The Autumn Blues Poems

Seasonal Poetry

The Magic of Snow: Seven Poems by Cummings, Frost, Housman, Lampman, Lowell, Rossetti