It rained an hour ago
Short and sharp
Now in its wake
The air is clean,
fresh
Summers rich scent
Heavy in the evening
air
And from the tree tops
Moving gently in the
breeze
Undelivered rain drops
fall
Like a maidens tears
It rained an hour ago
Short and sharp
Now in its wake
The air is clean,
fresh
Summers rich scent
Heavy in the evening
air
And from the tree tops
Moving gently in the
breeze
Undelivered rain drops
fall
Like a maidens tears
Stepping into the garden,
The wet grass beneath
my feet
Everywhere fresh with
morning dew
The air honeysuckle
sweet
The dew drops
glistening,
The sunlight weakly
warming
It’s so good to be
alive
At the dawn of another
morning
The snow has settled on us
Like a shroud.
Each day growing deeper
Silence fills the
emptiness of the landscape
But for the ghostly
sound of the wind
High in the tree tops
The meadows and fields
have vanished
The river flows mute
beneath the ice
The next valley is
unreachable
The mountains as
unattainable as the Moon
But soon spring will
release the land
From its icy captor
And the winter we be
no more
Than remembered conversations
Beside the roaring
hearth
Father Frost, with icy fingers
Holds winter in his
frozen grasp
And spreads it wide
across the land
Till it wears his
thick winter cloak
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...