A Winter Tale

A Winter tale. oh Winter – how you often linger long, what windswept elements you deal; your cold dark chamber does my spirit feel. your shivering grip of uncheerfull thoughts is strong. and often in your shadows I belong - a land of phantoms that appears often real. But now a warm and gentle wind I feel, and hear the choristers of the morning song, foretelling Spring's arrival; I was wrong, the morning of the year with beauty gleams, and nature with a thousand words in seems. Untruthful is the winter of the mind - not like half remembered dreams I can find, A verdant field I wander – quiet, still. I keep the winter memory near and sing in darkness - none will hear A sweet sweet winters tale a girl leave. and in this cold she no more breathe till long life over I too depart, to infinite nights a new start.