Winter's man had a thousand tasks to do,
And every errand baffled him; he sought
To rise up early in the morning, though
He had no notion that it did him good.
Every message carried great import, yet
Each left the winter man in doubt; he knew
Less than before when he had read the lot,
Until he thought no eye could read it true.
The world no longer asked him for his labor;
Nobody wanted to know the things he knew;
He westered in September and October,
Embittered by an early fall of snow.
He feared he might think this way forever
In the darkness coming on him now.
1986
Will Barber
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-s-man/
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