The warming flare of fleetwood flame
hollow steps in silken sand

misty eyes in typhoon rage self-same
lyrics left without the band

days go when times past slid unclaimed
as voices danced with charms

serendipity broke seasons to mortal maim
harvest eves sees dry lands

yuletide chimes greeting feelings unnamed
cold comfort farm chants

dusk whispers and winter winds blow untamed
warmth is a toss of chances

snow blankets vista proffers holding iciness in blame
thus is the epoch of trances

the harmony of kind hearts pales and in tempest wains
in blizzards snow the robins sits on branches