The snow is a sneak who steals the night
For his own moment of shining as he takes his flight
With the help of the wind, he scatters about
swirling and drifting through in and throughout
With utter grace, with silent sound
He spreads his cloak and softens the ground
Oh to awake in the midst of the night and see such a breathtaking, beautiful sight as the snow all a-sparkle, awash with moonlight.
But alas it is short-lived, for soon comes the sun, under whose warmth the magic’s soon undone.
Oh some beauty remains, that’s to be sure, but there’s nothing, I tell you, that can compare
To that first white moment I was drawn by some force, to view this splendor and approve it, of course.
When the frost I had cleared and could finally see, from my window I peered and what glory be!
A new world of whiteness lay out there, so fine, and forever I’ll fondly keep it in my mind, that snow-world all a-sparkle,