Sunday, March 4, 2018

The Conjurer / George J. Dance

The Conjurer

   First I will conjure autumn,
   To turn the green to brown.
The birds and beasts shall disappear
   And every leaf drop down.

   Then I will conjure winter,
   To turn the brown to white,
To lock you in a frozen waste
   Of dark, deep, deadly night,

   Surrounded by the blackness,
   The only living thing;
Till you repent, and call to me,
   And I will conjure spring.

George J. Dance

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