Wintertime

Swift and always dark Winter speaks in dim While stars shine and spark Their glowing vagary whim January and February Dull and dreamy hours Freshly breeze and airy Frosty windows flowers Shadows speaking to me Yesterdays and past Coruscation around free Dancing their eventide's cast The dark colors burning And giving their bluish look At every corner turning Something of light they took Deep in the sea of dreams All the hours go now Not everything there seems Under its nocturnal brow (This is from an unnamed musical in progress. The author does much music) .