PART2
This winter night was darkest and coldest.This year as another cold winter with plenty of snow being predicted by forecasters.Ice and snow caused chaos on roads and pavements in 'New bliss' town of Northern Ireland. There stood a small bunglow apart from other houses in the locality.It seemed that the winter was permanent resident of the house.In the garden the Snow covered up the grass with her great white cloak, and the Frost painted all the trees silver.
In the arms of lonely winter night he was sauntering in his room back n forth with a book in his hand. He was reading a book "poems by JOHN CLARE"
The Winter's Spring by John Clare
The winter comes; I walk alone,
I want no bird to sing;
To those who keep their hearts their own
The winter is the spring.
No flowers to please'no bees to hum'
The coming spring's already come.
I never want the Christmas rose
To come before its time;
The seasons, each as God bestows,
Are simple and sublime.
I love to see the snowstorm hing;
'Tis but the winter garb of spring.
I never want the grass to bloom:
The snowstorm's best in white.
I love to see the tempest come
And love its piercing light.
The dazzled eyes that love to cling
O'er snow-white meadows sees the spring.
I love the snow, the crumpling snow
That hangs on everything,
It covers everything below
Like white dove's brooding wing,
A landscape to the aching sight,
A vast expanse of dazzling light.
It is the foliage of the woods
That winters bring'the dress,
White Easter of the year in bud,
That makes the winter Spring.
The frost and snow his posies bring,
Nature's white spurts of the spring.
After reading it he got engrossed in thoughts.This poem really was apt to describe his solitude. Alone in his house which was away from other houses in the locality. Suddenly it started snowing and damaged the insulation of the ceiling .This was noticed by him as the room was getting chilly inspite of the heater on. So he lit the fire in the fireplace and sat beside it on a reckliner continue reading.
A beautiful women wandering in meadows with her friends ,she was plucking flowers and collecting them in a wicker basket As she filled her basket, the petals of a beautiful 'narcissus flower' caught her eye from the center of a nearby thicket. In order to get a closer look she quietly wandered away from the group, but just as she reached out to pluck the bloom from it's stem, she felt the ground shake beneath her. With a thunderous roar the demon burst forth from a chasm in the earth and snatched the innocent maiden away with him.
Suddenly he woke up ,he realized it was a dream ,dismayed by the dream he sat for a while to compose himself after calming down he go up and dressed up in winter attire that is jacket ,gloves etc and ascended to get his tools from garage
He opened the door ,set to get his tools from garage . He was bewildered after seeing the scenery the scenery.The view bemused him.At the break of dawn he saw his garden which was sleeping under the snow blanket last night was transformed into a green blanket of grass overnight. He saw that the trees covered themselves with blossoms and were waving their arms due the air. He could smell the fresh air, not full of cold or ice but warmth & delight.Here n there on the grass stood flowers like stars.the birds were flying n twittering in delight. The butterflies were swarming around him who got his attention from gazing the scenery and he looked down saw a wicker basket covered with a cloth at his door step.
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