Winter
She comes to bathe the hills in cotton
Stark and bare as though she kept
All the color from the prism
Of the sky as Autumn wept
Who, who has told the winter
Told the winter when to come?
Who, who has told the winter
Told her when the leaves are done?
Finely pierced a crimson reminder
Of the days when blooms did grow
Lonely petal on the ground
That Winter covered up with snow
Who, who has told the winter
Told the winter when to come?
Who, who did kill the Autumn
Slay her in the Winter sun?
Lying shades of purity blind you
To the guilt that lies below
Covered all the sins and secrets
In a seamless quilt of snow
Who, who has told the Winter
Told the Winter when to come?
Who, who has told the Winter
Of the things that Autumn's done?
Soon comes Springtime with her charm,
Fools the Winter into peace.
But soon the blood-red stain of Autumn,
Calls her from her blind retreat.
Who, who has told the Winter,
Told the Winter when to come?
Who, who has told the Winter
When dear Autumn's time is done?
