A gift from afar
The beauty of the season is in one's heart
A carpet of frozen snowflakes doth lieAmong the grass, icy dew dissolves,The fractals, each one unique and fleetingColours, a prism in which the light evolves A little bird, ‘gainst a thorn his breast yieldsHark! His winter song, his feathers are rentBlood from his heart, soak’d that we may seeOn crimson path, the winter – heaven sent Nought but the silence of the night descendsThe passing of the solstice, the shortest da...