Here Where the Winter Dies
Here where the winter dies,
Our hearts are not forelorn,
Bright heaven looks through these grey skies
On us, this morn.
Always the seasons pass;
Bleak tyrants and their hosts
Shall end as loam beneath the grass.
Heed not their ghosts.
Ever shall those who sense
God’s breath in every place,
And all His works, behold from thence
His Holy Face.
For here where the winter dies,
And spring is veiled with snow,
The muted cast of day belies
Love’s ardent glow.
© Joseph Charles MacKenzie. All rights reserved.
Winter is quite alive here and there. Must be the virus is causing global warming! – Keep the faith – Cousin.
Many thanks, and may yours be a holy and happy feast of St. Valentine, a martyr who died in the name of traditional Catholic marriage!
Beautiful thoughts especially suited to Saint Valentine’s Day 2021, and presented in a suitably musical form. I notice that the final line in the text reads “ardent glow” while the recording says “endless glow.” Is this a deliberate offering of two possible readings?
I would like to please thank Margaret Coats, a poetess of great distinction in her own right, for discerning the error which is one, I fear, of a decreasing memory regarding my own texts. I do hope Mme Coats, that you will please enjoy the corrected version using my remedial “mic technique” as opposed to the stage technique I learned in Paris under the tutelage of Mme Colette Lecourt, the author of the famous “Voix de la Réussite.” All good wishes for your continued success!