The Secret of Snow

The Secret of Snow

Prelude

Grey leaden skies heavy with impending voice

await the song of wintry rejoice

Willful winds whipping cross the mountain peaks,

Icy breathe urgent to speak

The silence pause in piercing chill

Neath the quiets of the falling wintry

white veil

What stir within the crystalline glints

shimmering from the frozen brooks and barren boughs
Upon the hill and through the vale, silence speaks

Interlude

What flame within turn to mists of ember burning

low upon the hearth of the soul

Whence come the wintry shadows that fall

upon the heart grown weary and oft times

cold from life’s brisk and unkind chilling's

Whither we wander within December’d thought

Drowsy, restless of the cold

Finale

Awake! Arise! From slumbered rest!

The wintry smile precede the yawn

of spring!

Where embers revive and the heart

doth reckon the glints of wintry wind

toward air for the fire of the bellows

Life, thy heart, thy soul, blossoming

warmed, quenched the wintry cool,

refreshed, alive, renewed!.

Befouled thou are not, Befooled perhaps!

Hearken ye well, the fires of the wintry ice

whispering

the secret of snow!!

E. Jackson-Witter

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