The Fire In The Winter

The chapel has spread to each inch of ground,

The footprints of the lost lay easily found,

The stream is muted by it's icy veil,

The birds on frigid zephyrs sail,

The bows are weighed with seasons snow,

The Sun, the fire, that winter knows,

The forest floor, still specked with green,

The mountain tops, climb higher it seems,

And humbled by this, natures gift,

Peace on Earth, my only wish.

Cheftell Cheftell
41-45, M
Mar 3, 2010