Dream of Spring

Autumn sighs, the world is drifting deep, 
All prepares for winter’s hush and sleep. 
Leaves like golden whispers leave the trees, 
Soft the rain sings lullabies to me. 

Fierce winds rattle windows, wild and loud, 
Howling through the pipes, a ghostly crowd. 
Yet we dream, untouched by frost’s cruel sting, 
Of warm sun, of flowers, and of spring. 

Blizzards wail and whirl in wild delight, 
Painting all the world in blinding white. 
Through the drifts we wander, slow but true, 
Tracing paths from home to home with you. 

Santa knocks—our laughter fills the room, 
Suddenly, the air is rich with bloom. 
New Year’s cheer rings out in every voice, 
We, too, sing and toast to love’s sweet choice. 

Yet beneath the frost, love’s embers stay, 
Warming every step along the way. 
Hand in hand, through winter’s fleeting art, 
Spring still blooms forever in the heart. 

Winter’s icy fingers clutch the air, 
Snowflakes weave their lace with tender care. 
Let us bake sweet cookies, brew some tea— 
Cold, I miss the summer’s melody. 

Skis may carve their verses on the hill, 
Or a daring sled may chase its thrill. 
Then with mulled wine, by the fire’s glow, 
Father Frost will grant the key to snow.