Dream not of spring-tide's blossoms, They perished long ago, And all dead summer's roses Are past; the autumn's glow Has faded from the woodland; The world is white with snow. The sea lies grey below me, Above the trees are bare, The brook is hush'd and silent, Whose music filled the air, That far off day in summer, When we two wander'd there. What dreams, like spring, have vanished; What radiant joy, what fears, What hopes that never ripened, What summers wet with tears, What vain regrets, what longings, Lie buried with past years. To me the breath of winter, Is welcome, for I know No other voice will mingle With hers above the snow; In spring tide and in autumn, Across the long-ago Your voice seems ever calling; And I may not forget The days when roses blossom'd. A life-time of regret Has made me love the winter Because we never met, But with blue skies above us; No footprint on the snow, Calls back the days departed, To me the summer's glow Comes but to stir a memory, Deep buried mid the snow.~Florence Peacock #she_is_of_the_woods #poetry #nature #snow #hedgewitch #forest #magick #witchesofinstagram #witchcraft #witch #witches #witchy #instagood #pagan #wicca #pagansofinstagram #wiccansofinstagram #witchesofthenorthwest #spiritualgrowth #crystal
