Early Morning in the Snow – IV


Silence prevails, the very air is still;
Muffled are footsteps on the parapet;
Hushed are the cars, and quiet is the street;
A silent fortress, and invincible.
A bank of white upon the window sill,
Upon the post a snowy coronet;
O’er everything a garment white and wet;
Death seems to reign supreme and all things will kill.
Soft, flaky white the snowflakes twirling fall,
And settle lightly on the virgin white,
A vast thick carpet, dazzling to the sight.
Then, then the sun like to a blood-red ball,
Appears on earth to bring with it new joys,
And through the world is heard a dripping noise