THE SNOWFLAKE AND THE ROSE
Behold the Winter's ghostly pallor,
Cold
tendrils of icy death
Bring
sudden chills
And
steamy breath.
Retrace the
feeble moonbeams splinter,
Where crystal prism-magic's done,
As
snowflakes' crowded faces
Look in
windows one by one.
Remember
that soft red evening by the fire,
When north winds screamed beneath the eaves,
And how
their cries were answered by the tinkling
Of
icicle chandeliers in the trees.
High above
the rooftops, the sequined starlight danced;
Far below, within the hearth, the blazing fire glowed,
While we
recalled the year's last flowers
That
Winter's kisses closed.
So briefly
here,
So brief their song,
The
Snowflake
and
The
Rose.
~ Bud Evans (c) 2000 ~