RUSTIC WINTER

Hide under the duvet and cover thy eider
Slowly creeps in frost of the mist

There is a wetness all around thy globe
Sublime is the aura of my abode

Frost and Haze has crept over the miles
Frothy is the winter and cold are the tilles

Burning the embers of a love so benign
Revels In thy heat O beloved, the forlorn swain

Spreading the warmth of love and sunshine bright
Thus Rejoices the Dove with all its might

Killing me softly with the beauty of the mystic
Hither arrives the Winter and its Rustic tranquility.