Of Winter Sunset And The last Sunbeam

A final beam, a winter's sight,

As one last ray, doth caress the earth,

With a gentle and most charming light;

Whereupon the sun, now doth call the night.

Where moon does rise and stars gleam bright,

Where trees do glitter with frost and snow,

And where path does glint, a billion diamonds show,

Like some old fashioned winter from long ago~

Sleep well my darling for the day is gone,

Yet tomorrow will spread her wings, anon!

Written by James Mee

Photography by Rita Pal