A DREAM IN SUMMER

Once at dream I saw winter sky,
Blown with cold breeze the city frost.
Woolen weaves takes no time to spin;
My granny's hands goes fast as it's thin.
All streets painted with white fumes,
Watching blaze of brights in clear domes.
Knocking in with sound came a call,
Stopping the snow fall to wake from bed.
That made me to push to the ground place,
Where I saw legs not stopping with commotion;
Move along with the newly come burning shine
Get roast with the nature of burning host.