In wonder's winters' wistful wrings

Written by: Ovidiu Bocsa

In wonder's winters' wistful wrings 

 
In wonder's winters' wistful wrings,
Windmills wait for their windstorm's day;
Worldly wreath and wrath of kings 
Writhe in wrong and wrought old rings,
While stars of happy green, in woe they pray.

In wonder's winters' wistful wrings, 
My love is rowing, and angels white it brings.
A whiff white of dreams and air beings,
While whirlwind whets the winter's whip gray. 
But who is there, where my heart sings? 
The seasons gathered to meet The Milky Way…
 
In wonder's winters' wistful wrings, 
Whispers of love enlighten the things:
Sweet serenity of green in the light's way; 
From Father Chrisman, the blessed rainbow sings  
The same new written poem with white wings…
All we became a tree in no time's amber, I pray.

In wonder's winters' wistful wrings,
With our seasons, with happy angels we play.