Moonless nights of dark shadowed dreams fill the void of a lonely mind, hungering, for life’s acceptance.

Lonely is the tree, devoid of her leaves, wishing for a return to happier times in Summers glory.

Whispering is the wind, spinning tales of days gone by, and thoughts of merriment encased within a Falls embrace.

Snow blankets the baron Earth, covering life’s emptiness with a white sheet of hope, and a dream of a more fruitful tomorrow.

Blessed is she who basks in snows white hope, for the struggles of day becomes the solace of night’s sleep.

Return to me oh god of love, let me sit beside your lavish banquet, and sup from the goblets of thy precious wines.

Renew my spirit, and allow me once again, to bask within your glory.

Until Later…