New York Room In Winter
in winter, in winter
the poets speak of rain
but I sing of thee:
snow, there is nothing warmer,
as though the clouds were unraveling
or the stars, dropping from the skies
Snow: everywhere, carefully descending
so white, so cold, so beautiful
in winter, in winter
the snow offers his coat
under a night of
blue, purple and black
pearls fall on an ivory world
in winter, in winter
the snow floats in open air
and hangs like a curtain
at night, the moon, she rises
and all is revealed
bathed in silver mist
bathed in mystery
in winter, in winter
the poets speak of rain
but I sing of thee:
snow, there is nothing warmer,
as though the clouds were unraveling
Snow: everywhere, carefully descending
so white, so cold, so beautiful
