In Dreams: 2320 Poem by DM W

In dreams, I walked through dark, enchanted woods,
As snow lay thickly on the ground. This strange,
Foreboding place was filled with silent ghosts.
Suddenly, they quietly began to
Stir like tree gods from ancient times.
Their whispered warnings seemed to be
At one with softer breeze and stronger wind.
The winter moon was glowing like rare gold.
It seemed to guide me on my lonely way
Towards the bright, teeming centre of things
Where life pulsates like vintage, summer wine.
I pushed aside a frosty branch to see
A pristine holly tree of deepest green;
Its berries vibrant red. I stood and gazed
In sheer delight at Nature's Christmas gift:
A warming light to melt my heart of ice.