Winter Comes

NOTE: The following sonnet first appeared in the Covenant Christian High School student paper, The Crier. The eerie echoing wing-song of the geese Spreads south across the cooling cloud-grey skies To tell that winter’s cold white hand shall seize The helpless land and all that therein lies. So, too, the ever-dying trees do print The tale of their demise in glorious leaf In many colors, each o’erlaid with tint Of frost that winter etches in relief. Then slowly varicolored leaves turn...