Unfulfilled

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I had this hope for winter snow,

But when, at last, it fell
It washed away in misty rain
With no trace left to tell.
 
So I will think on winters past,
When snow fell fast and deep,
And maybe I will dream of snow
When I drift off to sleep.
 
Some dreams are better left unfulfilled.