Winters Kiss

Doth natures cries a passion, truth be told to few,

As winter frost lies gently frozen, on grounds the earth to choose.

It's heart but blessed, a top a Robin's crest,

And virtue rides on through.

Bring me dreams of white, where birds take flight,

Or simply pass me by.

Alas the faith of father son, a crown, or alibi.

Rise like a brook, settle there a cliff, and rain till moonlight tides brings down the morning mist. Again it's taste within my mind emracefully a kiss.

For freeze to thaw, as sunlight draws, a summer not to miss.