Wintry Morn

Chilly breeze wafts ‘neath the light

Of icy sunrise, pale and white,

While drifts of snow lay piled among

The bones of trees whose leaves are gone.

The heatless light upon the ice

Casts sparkles from the prisms bright,

And snow upon the rooftops gleams

In ethereal, glitt’ring, dancing winks.

Quiet are the woods and fields,

Though the winter morn is here;

Earth is sleeping ‘neath the snow,

And rouses not, ‘ere Spring’s green glow.