Winter Garden

Standing alone in the pale moonlight, I glimpse an elegant garden to my delight. A frozen place, touched by winter's embrace. Every little thing transformed, by the stylish hand of winter. A garden reborn, and in such splendor. Snow begins to fall softly down, watch it gently drift to the ground. It blankets the garden, soft and white, sparkling in the night. Suddenly a bitter wind marches in, engaging the snow in a dancing whirlwind. Covering the pond in an icy sheen, seducing the icicles to melodious ring. These are some of the things I see, when I am deeply asleep. And I look forward to going again, to this elegant winter garden. ALesiach © 10/08/2014