On a cold winter's morn

all dark or light blue

the snow, the skies,

the forests, the roads

an enchanted blue morn

it is prettiest at dawn

still seeking refuge

in the hedge of hawthorn

finches lurk in darkness

soon scarlet like blood

in the weary light of day

the paths of the gardens

 a dull pale shade of grey

now peacefully painted

in light or dark blue 

land of the winter fairies

realm of enchantment

a blue winter's dream

delights of the early morn

it is prettiest at dawn.


©Catharina Kangas