Sonnet, Fine Weaving's Of White

All nature is now in its glistening snow Stirring the road with fine weaving's of white Through this moment of blue blackness and night Whereas moon sketch its light in flickering glow Dream scape of nature forever will flow As there are dreams to sing in endless flight Through every hour of slumbering light On to the moments that muster here and go Blooms of tomorrow shall give of their seed Everything streaming from its hour to hours Like autumn in colors from yellow red bled So shall the seeds grow up to be flowers Oh bloom true life and give your truest of way So we'll as one walk into coming day