Oh tears of winter’s white weeping
knit your frigid shawl upon the trees.
Cold agonies cease your bold, bold creeping
and waste your fate upon the breeze.
Oh sky of flake’s fancy flaunting
cease your silent relentless display.
Swarm of faces ever undaunting,
catch the wind and fly away.
Oh night of soft snow shaking
your drifting coat of icy down.
And in the dawn before awaking
winter sleeps in her finest gown.
Oh warmth of slanted solstice sun
take winter from its long, long shiver.
And before your shining is done
ease winter into a rushing river.