The Atoner

________________________________________________
Title:     The Atoner
Author: Cale Young Rice [More Titles by Rice]

Winter has come in sackcloth and ashes
(Penance for Summer's enverdured sheaves).
Bitterly, cruelly, bleakly he lashes
His limbs that are naked of grass and leaves.

He moans in the forest for sins unforgiven
(Sins of the revelous days of June)--
Moans while the sun drifts dull from the heaven,
Giftless of heat's beshriving boon.

Long must he mourn, and long be his scourging,
(Long will the day-god aloof frown cold),
Long will earth listen the rue of his dirging--
Till the dark beads of his days are told.

[The end]
Cale Young Rice's poem: Atoner

________________________________________________



GO TO TOP OF SCREEN