A poem by Adron
Morning snow glitters white
Beneath a sunny blue sky;
Bare trees stretch fingers
Up like black straw brooms.
Geese honk in a row
At shadows below
Which glide silently
On a sleeping land
Frozen in winter .
In a rush they pass,
The birds and specters,
Over rolling snow
To earths horizon
Seeking out their spring.
(c) Adron Dozat
