The First SnowThe First Snow by Malintra-Shadowmoon
Winter morning in late November,
Outdoors it is slowly getting light.
With a particular presentiment
I quickly jump out of the bed.
Amazed, I look out of the window,
There has happened something overnight.
The whole world has been changed
By winter's white magnificence.
Little flakes are dancing slowly
In front of the window, to and fro.
For hours I could watch them.
Oh, I love that so much.
Winter overcoat, scarf and cap
I pick out immediately.
Und then, full of joy, I run out
Into the snow-covered fields.
Silent, I walk all alone
Through the white winter wood.
Everything is so tranquil and peaceful,
And I am even not cold.
Slowly, I go always farther,
Feel that the world comes now to rest.
Fear and sorrow are falling from me,
And all is covered by the snow.
The TrumpeterIt happened not very long ago in a bitter cold winter night at Christmas day. The fire in the fire-place had burned down and the people were lying in their beds, exhausted at late hour but satisfied and with well-being. The moon cast its magic light through the broad window front of the mansion and illuminated the magnificently decorated Christmas tree. On one of the lower salient branches of the fir-tree hung a wooden trumpeter, barefoot and clad with a jute cape. The musician pressed his instrument tight to his lips while he was looking respectful to the silvery Christmas star in the tree crown. Underneath the Star of Bethlehem floated a beautiful paper girl with angel wings at a flimsy cord.The Trumpeter by Malintra-Shadowmoon
In this night, the trumpet player believed to be the favourite of luck because he had never seen such a lovable being. As she remarked his staring glance, he became a bit embarrassed and his cheeks flushed. Then the girl smiled and his heart mysteriously warmed up. Overwhelmed with so much grace