
Within your stone I see a scene
A winter forest dowsed in snow
The conifers all white and clean
Red deer below
A stalking wolf I think is there
Resplendent in his winter white
He searches for a kill to share
This darkest night
A woodman's hut between the trees
A fire that keeps the night at bay
Inside a family must squeeze
Until the day
Around the hut the wolf may prowl
Drawn by the scent of winter stores
The woodman hears a screeching owl
Beyond the doors
A sound, my gaze is drawn aside
My stone wrought dream is now no more
Back to the present I must ride
Life as before
Your lovely jewel lies in my hand
A magic charm wrapped up in gold
I smile as I now understand
It is not cold


Well done.





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