White Wind
Though tinkling of driven snow and ice
Against my window changed their form
To precious stones and silver beyond price,
I'd want still the wind.
The trickles melting from my roof
Off icicles left dreams after the storm
Of crystal boats with sails and prows aloof,
But let me feel the wind.
Like music of the strings that lift me up,
As laughter, gentle laughter fills my ears,
Or amber wine my cup,
So breathe on me.
The snowy white, the warm cold shine
Of sun and longing on the softened hills,
They tell of days both cold and fine,
But spirit me away.