THE SNOWS OF YESTERYEAR

To Francois Villon(1431- c.1463)

1

Cold sleeps the land

under a thin blanket of white;

the snows of gone years

are here as a veil

over the singer's grave

beside the rotting gallows.

2

Cold is the earth under you,

cold is the soil whose weight

your vanishing form carries,

but the snows that melted

are here again, and on

a gray spring morn

they shall your house

of clay into mud turn

around your very bones.

3

Cold sleeps the land,

but colder still

is your sleep,

under the burial veil

of the snows of yesteryear.

03.12.2022

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