Winter Illusions

Tonight moonbeams shine through the frosted windows. Outside the whistling wind blows. The cold, black darkness of this lonely night, are illusions of winter under starlight. Winter illusions forever glow, with the first new fallen snow. Where only evergreens forever grow. In the fireplace, fire crackles a dance, where I stand to warm my shivering hands. Spices fill the air throughout the room, and the light from the moon, spills illusions of winter on my bed. Engraving winter visions in my head. In the silence of winter illusions are deep. By the firelight I drift off to sound sleep.