A Dream of Winter.


Upon this earth the sun sleeps,

and will evermore dream.

And love will entice us

when the fresh snow falls

on this land of green gold,

and the proud wind sings

of cold weather flowers.

And love will leave us not,

when the dark charming night

binds us to silence and time,

when the rain clouds kiss

the fair face of the moon,

and the white moon smiles

upon heaven and earth,

but of love never tells.


By Wanda R. (Scotland)