Winter's Folded Up Its Tents Poem by james watkin

Winter's folded up its tents.
Clouding the land no more
With suspicion, and despair.
Disbanded has the core
Of its reputation, bound
Up in Nordic archetypes.
Blond, suppressive; cold-hearted.
Berchtesgaden around.
Revealing, as in gloating
Of war's famed flag-held push
From east to west, the vanguard;
Spring's; on this and that bush.
Drumming, marching who survived
The thunder and the rain
Reflect, as in peace-time life's
Inestimable gain.