Monday, 25 March 2013

Of Winter Sunset And The last Sunbeam

A final beam, a winter's sight,
As one last ray, doth caress the earth,
With a gentle and most charming light;
Whereupon the sun, now doth call the night.
Where moon does rise and stars gleam bright,
Where trees do glitter with frost and snow,
And where path does glint, a billion diamonds show,
Like some old fashioned winter from long ago~
Sleep well my darling for the day is gone,
Yet tomorrow will spread her wings, anon!

Written by James Mee

Photography by Rita Pal