Preface

"We work in the dark, We do what we can, We give what we have, Our doubt is our passion, And our passion is our task, The rest is the madness of art” ~Henry James

Saturday, August 30, 2008

The Winter's Killing Hand

Green their envy drowns the sky
Where red the wild runs raging by
Our days of youth how knew we then
The rotted truth painted thin

The rock worn brittle caked the ground
Though children skipped the stone around
And wretched white they chalked the earth
Writhing pain and giving birth

To lust and war their soul they paid
Envy wild now faded grey
It was summer then when youth was grand;
Now grey the winter’s killing hand

© Raymond t. Carter 2008