“In the dark come the dreams of sun and green”. Beautiful line!
Another evening, as the light grows dim,
And crystal cold air crackles around the black oak,
The last few sparrows dart and chitter, grabbing one last seed.
Snow drifts down, silent, peaceful and dreamy.
In the dark come the dreams of sun and green.
In the petrifying cold come vague sensations of softness and warmth.
Behind the frozen puffs of breath come phantom whiffs of rain and trees in bloom.
In the deadly grey and black of night come fantastic visions of flowers dancing in the wind –
. Tulips, jonquils, scillas, snowdrops –
. Red, yellow, blue, white –
. White as snow.
Another February night drifts into snowy blackness and dreams of spring.