Storm again these pelting rains

Storm again these pelting rains
   That blitz upon the surface
Of the pond, our sheltered games,
   And all the corporal purchase.

   Remember, you had wanted
Rains to drown the world without,
   To deafen what had haunted 
You in yawning lifelong doubt.

None appeared so you had joked 
   And couldn't see the reason
For the image uninvoked,
   But now it's come to season.

   Some loves survive on rations,
Thriving through the budding form;
   Some like the weather's passion,
Fleeting as the sudden storm.

Eventide the woodland shook

Eventide the woodland shook.
Lain beside the bloody lake
Cultivated dolor's bleak,
Ultimate of tolls to take.

An explosion pierces night,
Bending oceans generate 
The pervading violent shot 
Permeating silent state.

Spent in fear and lonely loss,
Twenty years in one day pass;
Lips', the pistol's spurning hiss
Rips through gristle, burning brass.

Venom spat down in his ear
Sent him rattled; blackened stars
Leering down. He won't endure.
Searing round in seething scars.

Everything like ichor flows,
Severing the grim disease
Slain along with he who dies,
Lain among the tender trees.

Vicious lusts made him their slave, 
And pernicious whims that leave
Deadly wonder grieving love,
Sundered on this evil eve.

Diptych

Mirror of the Summer pond
   Reflecting all the living,
Coupling calls which some respond
   And some continue giving. 

Stiller now than Summer's day
   When warmth becomes much dearer,
Calls still echo on their way
   About the Winter mirror.