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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