Vintersaga

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Christina Glasell

Winter Fable

She was a lady, bent with age,

so shy, not fond of talking.

Her hair was grey, just like her clothes,

but he footsteps were silver, when she was walking.
The touch of her feet glistered pale

of something with magical power.

They looked like stars of The Milky Way,

seen in the twilight hour.
No one could understand this kind of glow.

Wise man said: "We know nothing that is shining so."
But the purple roses at her gate,

(You will them always remember!)

ignored the winter and the snow,

blossoming in dark December.
Everywhere else the icy cold

froze every leaf and flower.

But around her little garden gate

was summer wind with mighty power.