Winter Dreams



Somewhere in a city

Where there is always lack of space

A boy presses his face against the window

And dreams of winter grace

Of fierce winds and dancing snowflakes

Of marshmallows and freshly baked cakes

Pressing his nose against the window, cold

He detected a slight scent of mistletoe

But dreams are dreams and so do they remain so

Back to reality are we to go

Yet as he turned away from it all

He could have sworn he saw a snowflake fall

Trick of light

or trick of sight,

it was a special day of surprises

- and delight.