Snow Dreams for You

of toboggan spray 

to caress your cheeks 

in the cool breeze of Winter's charms, 

of the never-ending horizon 

stretching out your toes 

on the blue sea 

and your head on a warm breast, 

of gulls and oyster-catchers 

rummaging among the sheets, 

of the grey goose that flies audibly 

above the little dog 

trying to catch a daddy-long-legs, 

of pastel tints ever changing in the firmament 

a passing satellite floats through 

sending my message to you, 

of the grey heaving sea 

below and below the swaying ammonites and anemones, 

of the shouts of children as they enjoy the snow 

and crash wallop into the ploughed field 

sewing music into the furrows of Spring growth, 

of the music of nature dawning slowly, 

majestically, modest in reality, 

no dreams of its own it just continues being itself, 

of a glass of wine by the blaze of the fire, 

its crackle filling the air with its comforting music, 

of closeness and love at Christmas, 

what more could you wish for?