Tuesday, 11 January 2011


Songs of birds, no longer in the air
Warm and inviting, no longer the water
In a rush, hiding from it, runs away the mighty sun
Pale and faraway, in the dark night, appears the silver moon
Day shies away, night forever stays
A gray blanket shrouds the skies
Gaunt and naked, stand quiet the trees
Numbing chill, frozen rivers
Bitter frost, cold shivers

Wiping away all despair
Snow comes down and spreads cheer
Cozy fireplaces given up for naught
Favorite books giving food for thought
Warm blanket, curling up in bed
Dreams, hopes, anticipation, moving on and ahead