A Winter’s Tale
Speaking tongues of centuries past
The grandfather clock tells of a time
when winter snow blew gently, softly, freely.
Autumn leaves swirl to the hardening ground,
Colours flash as the sun burns bright,
The redbird chirps cheerfully
Fiery flames circle the sky
A phoenix burns proudly.
Blistering grass leaves a trail of smoke
Roses scent the air,
A caressing breeze blows gently.
Another day is born.
Cold colours float to cover the world
Splashing an absence of shades,
Snow leaves no scent.