Winter
Maids
The
twilight lingers in the sky
as
foliage turns to dusky eaves,
in
silence spreads befogging spry,
a
quilt of white, his mind deceives.
Thus,
sleep enfolds the white surrounds,
this
time of dusk that forwards lies,
the
aptitude of night abounds,
whate'er
has leaned on skylight, dies.
The
drizzle drops upon his scripts
as
street lights blink their yellow tears,
the
winter maids have sealed their lips
to
glide on frozen lake frontiers.
Amid
the snowflakes laugh and cry
while
silent snow forever falls,
so
picturesque in dusk and wry
defies
in woods its voice and calls.
Uncounted
drops in darkness blend,
conceived
answers drift and rule,
lighthearted
laughs in air extend
inside
the snow's betrothing tulle.
©
Giorgio A.V. 2015-08-08, All rights reserved
