The North wind whips the frozen trees,
The snows are on the ground;
The mirror of the solid lake
Is cloaked with leaves of brown;
The birds have flown their summer nests,
The gophers gone aground,
As flakes of white continue
To fall without a sound.
How bare and still the world seems
Beneath its veil of white;
How lofty are the treetops
Which reach into the night,
How far away the moon is,
Yet on the Earth, so bright
As on the ground, the snowfall
Reflects the pale moonlight.
The North wind whips the frozen trees
The branches nod their heads
And dream the dreams of coming springs
Beneath their berries red.
Their thoughts to not belie despair
Though all the world lie dead
They turn their minds to things reborn
And all that lies ahead.
The snows are on the ground;
The mirror of the solid lake
Is cloaked with leaves of brown;
The birds have flown their summer nests,
The gophers gone aground,
As flakes of white continue
To fall without a sound.
How bare and still the world seems
Beneath its veil of white;
How lofty are the treetops
Which reach into the night,
How far away the moon is,
Yet on the Earth, so bright
As on the ground, the snowfall
Reflects the pale moonlight.
The North wind whips the frozen trees
The branches nod their heads
And dream the dreams of coming springs
Beneath their berries red.
Their thoughts to not belie despair
Though all the world lie dead
They turn their minds to things reborn
And all that lies ahead.
Shadow Ocean
2009
2009
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