Pavane for bleakness

Winter

yearly tormentor

brings her pale blue palette

acts a cruel sister in the palatial court

The hearths rage something fierce

she still draws fearful stares

heat won’t thaw this cold

so rhythms slow

Takes my hand

tells of an absence of light

levies higher than the year before

and my depleting of luck during harvest

The lords of spring, summer, and autumn

watch on in tears at her grace

as she plays her part

the jester then hums a sad little tune