There's a Certain Time of Year

There's a certain time of year,
Between Winter and Spring,
That hangs, like a shroud
Over the face of newcoming.

Cold cores it gives us;
An ache one can't see,
The internal chill
we wish would leave us be.

None can learn its cure,
'Tis an un defeatable foe,-
An unshakable feeling
Of monumentous woe.

When it comes, the whole earth pauses,
And birds cease in their flight;
When it goes, it's like the broad expanse,
Of a chilly Winter night.



Inspired by Emily Dickinson's "There's a Certain Slant of Light"