And when they wake up
in the summer, Kitty,
they dress themselves all
in green, and dance about
– whenever the wind blows –
oh, that’s very pretty! ‘
cried Alice, dropping the ball
of worsted to clap her hands.
‘And I do wish it was true!
I’m sure the woods look sleepy
in the autumn,
when the leaves are getting brown.’
How are you.
My dear???
I am very sorry.
For my silence.
We are working all the time.
For our victory…
We have no time.
For rest and leisure…
‘Do you hear the snow against
the window-panes, Kitty?
How nice and soft
it sounds!
But we do not lose.
Hope that EVERYTHING.
Will be fine.
In our land!!!
I guess you are.
Enjoying a beautiful.
Golden autumn.
Right now?
How nice and soft
it sounds!
Just as if some one was kissing
the window all over outside.
We already had frosts.
And all the leaves have fallen…
The flowers are frozen…
It’s sad…
Unfortunately…
It’s getting more and more.
Dangerous in our cities.
And villages…
Just as if some one was kissing
the window all over outside.
I wonder if the snow loves
the trees and fields,
My 84-year-old Mum.
Works, cooks.
For her son.
And grandchildren.
Looks after a big cat.
Tidies up the house…
If only there were no more.
Anxiety and shelling!!!
I wonder if the snow loves
the trees and fields,
that it kisses them
so gently?
If only the war would.
End sooner!!!
And here we are.
In winter!!!!
You have warmed my soul!!!
Thank you for your prayers for us!!!
I love you with all my heart!!!
Kisses on all cheeks!!!!
And then it covers
them up snug, you know,
with a white quilt;
and perhaps it says,
“Go to sleep, darlings,
till the summer comes again.”
And when they wake up
in the summer, Kitty,
they dress themselves all
in green, and dance about
– whenever the wind blows –
oh, that’s very pretty! ‘
*Because my friend let me know how she’s been.
So, I wrote this poem, led by ‘THROUGH the LOOKING-GLASS’ written by Lewis Carroll, you know.
This is your poem, my friend!
And the photo at the head of this page is yours, my friend!
