The Linnet's Wings The Winter´s Tale, Ravens and Robins - Page 87

Ravens and Robins White Winters by Irena Pasvinte I used to think that winter should be white, Its icy armor wrapped in snowy coat – The reign of cold in all its freezing might. When moonlit snowflakes glistened in the night And screeched beneath my boots on empty road, Of course, I thought that winter should be white. It always came on time and, full of spite, With steely hands it grasped at Nature’s throat – The reign of cold in all its freezing might. Today my winter cries with grim delight, And rainy clouds above me glumly float... I used to think that winters should be white. When rains get tired, they promptly lose the fight To desert winds with heavy sandy load, The reign of heat in all its blazing might. I still can feel the smell of snow at night, But now I leave no traces on the road Where folks assume that winters should be white, The reign of cold in all its freezing might. 87