A soft blanket of white
Hid the land from
sight
And despite winters
bite
Was a scene of pure
delight
A soft blanket of white
Hid the land from
sight
And despite winters
bite
Was a scene of pure
delight
The ice rimed trees stood
Before the snow queens
cathedral
Like great ice pillars
Snowflakes gently float,
Pure white down of
angel’s wings,
Down from heavens
height
Frosty kaleidoscope images
Appear on the frozen
panes
Touched by winters icy
fingers
In the bitter seasons
domain
Is pleasing to the eye
But this thing of
beauty
Will cruelly linger
For harshly caressed
Is the naked earth
When touched
By winters icy finger
Bathed in summer sunshine Gentle breezes stir the stems But above in the golden sun Grow an array of perfect gems