Keren Ann Follow

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 sky

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 the open air

and hangs like a curtain

at night, the moon 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

or the stars, dropping from the sky

the poets speak of rain