(a short thing I came up with while idling in HoF...)
The wind blew low
in the wintery land
the trees were bare
bright their white bark.
I walked in the snow,
untouched, unsullied,
the Sun was high
atop the white trees.
The wind was still
in the sunset-twilight
when the year's end drew nigh
in waning March.
Now gone was snow
the ground was blackened
yet green things blooming
soon forth would burst.
The wind blew tender
the trees were glad
in Midsummer's night
near the seashore.
The Sun hung calmly
above the horizon
its rays blessing
the blissful time.
The wind blew high up
the Autumn's colours,
the gold and red
I gladly witnessed.
The cloudless sky
filled with cool breeze
did take my heart
and hold it high.
