Snow is coming

Snow is falling, again, from a dark-black heaven. The coldness makes a burst of white-damp waterdrops - from breathing lungs. Walking on the snow into the mountain hall. Pure alone in a grid of floating snow crystals. The wind starts sounding, and a load of white and dusty snow whirls - covering my face. It is time for returning - walking home to shelter - Logs of dry birch make a play of running sparks of fire. Outside a snowstorm races, and sings a symphony of snow and ice.

music and poem composed by © Abnescio

A song and its poem made by Abnescio. The season for snow, ice, darkness and coldness is coming. This composition gives a sensation of wintertime. Parts of everybodies lives are involved with winter seasons. It is time for inside work and waiting for the sun to return.