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.

Awarded January 25, 2006

©Copyright November 30, 2005 by Christina