~WHEN THE RIVER RUNS SILVER~

When the river runs silver

and the shadows are long;

when the frost paints the windows

and the wind sings her song

then the Winter is coming

with her dark tousled hair,

with the moonlight as backlight

and the tree branches bare.

When the river runs silver

and chill is the weather

I walk over frost-grass

as light as a feather....

I remember my dear ones,

who are with me no more

I whisper a prayer for them

and then watch it soar

up into the heavens

where the clouds hang so low;

and I watch and I wait

for the first flakes of snow.

The earth will now rest

and I will rest, too......

her sleep will be deep

and I'll dream of you.

Sleep sweetly, sleep gentle

my dear friend, the Earth -

I'll slumber warm-quilted

and wait for rebirth.

© Copyright by Christina 11-30-05