My winter

My winter

melancholic but not sad

curious and mischievous

His warm coat is white as ermine

And how the ermine colors in spring

The trees are adorned with lace and lace

Of glittering diamonds,

the little lake is a skating rink

and the happy cries of the boys to hear

my winter is precious

and smelling of wood in the fireplace,

brings gifts and warmth

the morning mist with fog

a work dewy with mystery

so the stories around the fire

they enchant children and adults

because stories in winter

they have a magic that no other season has...

(my)

 

Done