Hibernating
First Snow
Well, at last the snow.
The long lingering warmth contracts
under the covers,
retreating from the white field.
And the music plays
while the snow falls
and I sit sighing
with the same small sound
of falling flakes thudding home.
Well, at last the snow.
The long lingering warmth contracts
under the covers,
retreating from the white field.
And the music plays
while the snow falls
and I sit sighing
with the same small sound
of falling flakes thudding home.
First Snow
Well, at last the snow.
The long lingering warmth contracts
under the covers,
retreating from the white field.
And the music plays
while the snow falls
and I sit sighing
with the same small sound
of falling flakes thudding home.
Well, at last the snow.
The long lingering warmth contracts
under the covers,
retreating from the white field.
And the music plays
while the snow falls
and I sit sighing
with the same small sound
of falling flakes thudding home.
in this box:
