Winter

The winter’s blasts have come again, Covering all in a gleaming veil. Needles of pines poke on through, Showing green through the clumps of white. The holly bush is covered, too, Its berries like drops of blood on pristine snow. The moon and stars peek through the clouds, Shedding pale light for all to see. The air is cold, yet the breeze is pure, Harkening back to a time unknown. Glints of light are now to be seen, Dancing, flickering, never there. How they lead through the winter’s land, Like will-o’-the-wisps they flicker and gleam. The moon shines through, and gives its light, Glints of light now show all around. The land of faerie has opened up, Lighting lanterns in the snow.