February Song

Poemata LIII

So snow visited us this early morn
As tho' a cosmic sheep were shorn
And left its fleece upon the lawn
And trees and roofs before the dawn;
How much of such icing to make
For us a fitting sort of cake?
Though I have been duly told
That such icing is not really cold;
Its brightness woke me before the sun
Just after its falling all was done
More like a thief come in the night
Than any sort of storm aright;
A winter enchantment some may say
Revealed new in changing day
A laver come to purify
Carry off such gloom when dry;
And melt it did, off the roads
Off the paths and roofs in loads
Tho' it came first from the sky
It made most things as if to cry;
It reminded me of things to be
As e'en in night, we will see
From the east, a whiteness rise
And then behold Him with our eyes.