Winter Treasures

In winter when the trees are sound asleep

And the skies are queenly blue and clear

I walk, not minding where I tread

To lose myself in nature’s treasury.

I wade through soft beds of lustrous snow

And watch the twinkling ice and frosty gold,

Crystal flakes and fluffy crests in white

Charm my eyes and wake my soul’s delight.

A milllion, million gleaming rainbow stars

Seem blinking on the snowy ground

A million, million glorious pearls and gems

Are squeking under my light step.

There is a magic spell in a chilly day like this

The wind’s breath froze to death in pure bliss

And from the gilded, dazzling plain around

 Comes no movement and no sound.

I’m far away from home now, must return

Before the Sun ends his majestic sojourn

I made friends with the trees and the frozen lake

Yet, so far from mankind

a frosty pang of loneliness I felt.