Window to another world
where Narnia is freed at last,
where what the winter wind has hurled
can settle into Ice Age past.
Death to one sounds living knell,
swan song’s notes to bury snow;
Spring arises from its shell
as Winter sinks to grave below.
Beautiful!
Thanks Holly!
INDEED A BEAUTIFUL SOUND!
swan song’s notes to bury snow;
Spring arises from its shell
as Winter sinks to grave below.
I hear it! 🙂
Very Nice Indeed.
Thank you for your visits and kind words!