Ah, Winter's Day...

Winter day played a

 muted melody of perfection on yonder hills today...

Ah, winter day,

thy artist’s tray

Though sparser than in mid-July

Still steals our gaze

with nature’s way

while heaven plays earth’s lullaby

with stars that waft

silver and soft

to settle on the slum’bring sills

of barren trees

and memories

of lusher leas and greener hills

until the dark

snuffs daylight’s spark

and drapes a velvet navy spread

across the world

with stars unfurled

beneath our feet and overhead

© Janet Martin