
You arrive on the breath of winter
As silent as the snow
Not yet fallen
Enter, my friend
I’ve been waiting for you
But did not know you were coming
Come, warm yourself at the hearth
Put out your hands
To the fire that hasn’t been lit
I shall set match to candle instead
Watch the shadows play
To a miniature fire burning brightly
The music of your heart
Murmurs seductively
Foretelling the sacred hour
When you return to the night
And the bite of the hoarfrost
Where winter will triumph
LiNdA
Great imagery, love this.
Thank you for visiting my pages, Julie! And if I’ve succeeded in painting a picture for you in words, then I feel fulfilled.
LyricMuse