Classic Poem

Winter's a robber,
He hides a loot,
Grass and song,
Leaf and fruit.

Winter's a thief,
Under your nose
He thrusts a hand
And your treasure goes.

Winter's a robber,
One day he
Came to my garden
And took from me.

A rainbow scarf
And a jeweled cup
And gold that a dahlia
Wand held up.

There must be a cave
In sea or sky
Where he hides what he takes
As he passes by.

I wish I could find
His treasure heap
With the guarding winds
All fast asleep.

I'd snatch a flower,
A song, maybe;
Or the ribboned bough
Of a willow tree.