Winter Magic

 

What spirits haunt these silent woods,

With snow piled deep?

This vaulted sky of grey whose flakes

Fall while I sleep?

These marble hills and crystal lakes,

And frozen springs?

Of what forgotten time and place,

This forest sings!

 

The hills and hollow beckon me,

As hearthfires glow,

Outside my frosty windowpane,

A castle in the snow,

Tall trees stand like silver knights,

To lead the way,

Into a fairy kingdom, on

This winter day.

 

A drawbridge made of fallen limbs,

Spans silver moat,

Of narrow stream, beyond whose banks,

The magic wrought,

In vanished past awaits to claim

The hearts of those

Who enter here, as north winds sigh,

... Who goes? ... Who goes? ...

 

~ Grace E. Easley