I think I saw his shadow there,

In the wood’s freezing snow,

I saw the cold blue glint in his eyes,

Beneath the moonlight’s pale glow....



I think I saw his figure there,

In the night’s cruellest hour,

Where everything covered with frost,

And where sparkled the bluest flower.



I think I saw him there again,

I was freezing in the frost,

But when I looked into his eyes,

I thought I was lost.



I think I saw a shadow there,

Dancing at the lake,

I wanted him to dance more,

It was nothing to disgrace.



I think I saw him there again,

When I blinked, he was gone,

But the magic he left behind,

Now sparkling in the dawn...





Poem not completely written by me....

Inspired by a beautiful book....

This is how I feel when winter arrives❄💙

Hope you enjoyed :p
The last lines are not a part of the poem😂
© Jessica Kiite