23 February 2013
Grey day Black night Sun and Moon Hide out of sight.
Clouds dominate Cover stars Sulking giants Leaving scars.
But they are sad They cry rain To fill rivers and lakes and oceans Again.
Wind dances Graceful but cold Powerful, yet delicate Invisible river of gold
She teases the clouds She whispers to the trees She freezes the sun's rays She churns up the seas.
She aids the birds But she makes cold the Sun And at the end of the day Her work is done.
Winter Breeze • Opuss № I