Winter (part 1): A Sorceror's Reflection

Author: Stephen W. Cote

Outside, all is pristine,

From cobalt skies of charcoal unity

Descending upon snow canvassed green

To silver veins of icy sheens,

Born of spells and sorcery.

Inside hearts and hearths and homes,

Ochre embers and ebon cinders,

Faded life stirred by motherly crones,

Dry damp clothes and warm cold bones

And illuminate the age-old spellbound tomes.