Winter solstice
There is absolute silence
in the cold gray dawn
wisps of fog
like broken spider webs
touch her pale face
unfelt
Eyes of steel gray look out
into the rain blackened forest
gone the soft green of summer leaves
the winds of dark November
murmur along the bare branches
unheard
Her tall gray robed form
glides silently into the deep ravine
there he waits
heavy browed eyes search wavering mist
dark and cold
unfeeling
Large strong hands held out in longing
hers slender-white touch his
cold as death
silently they slip into the cave
time passes
unseen
The first snow of winter falls
white and clean
forest transformed into light
as lovers sleep in the cold dark
their brief walk on earth ended
alban arthan begins
In silent song
—Ludmilla Martin
the Book of the Mists | 
