Snow

A soft white blanket smooths each path,

And fills the blacked faults of trees,

Their limbs so high and stark above

Now share the wealth of winter’s love.

But now my footsteps, every tread,

Blemish nature’s perfect way

And leave the scars of beauty lost

No crossing comes without a cost.

But soon will dawn another day

And blanket once again the land

‘Till winter’s beauty is a ghost

And Spring’s green song again will boast.

Oh, that our taste of winters cease,

The whitened hair, the wilted brow,

And once more our Spring begin,

And our sweet youth to bloom again.

Although I yearn for flowers bright

And sun that burns a golden path,

I shan’t be blind to winter’s fare

But savor beauty while it’s here.