Juice of June

Winter calling, winter calling
long nights by the fire
the spell of summer pales
as darkness claims the hours
 
I bottle what I can
and save it for the chill
hoarding hopes in memory
vain struggles all uphill
 
A sonnet for the snow
a castle keep of frost
every year's new crow
mourning feathers I have lost
 
Gluts that I once relished
poured plenty in my hands
they may as well be dreams
in the grasp of time's demands