Solveig's Dream Poem by Gene Starwind

I dreamt last night of some northern land
Of a winter there!
A little old cabin and no others for miles
The chimney sending smoke into a flat white sky
Wine-red windows and beige painted walls
A finely thatched roof and mahogany halls

And oh how quiet it had been
The little world soundless under mozying snowfalls..

In the garden are tufts of somebody's winterflowers
Rows of carnations in such perfect arrangements..
I dreamt last night of some northern land
I dreamt of winters passing
Of an elderly man overlooking his crops
Praying to his god, praying for his lot
Resigning to something, resigning to loss