Ode To Snow

You Fell into the night Deep night The winds had long been Whirling The waters on the small Lake Already had been in small Crystals growing: The night Was deepening. Ahi! The lovers Were sleeping each In a separate home Dreaming of the Other whilst The winds had long been Whirling The waters on the small Lake Already had been in small Crystals growing: The night Was deepening. The waters in the High airs Turned to snow. The waters turned To snow: Heavy with Offspring Fell Fell Fell: The night was deepening. ‘The usual story.' Said The Monsignor Dressed In a mountain of clothes Smoking A cigar With a flask of water Mixed with alcohol Imbibing Now and then. He too was tired He too was sleeping. By him burnt The fading embers of a fading fire. Snow You bring most of this - not all. You You You Have not kept The time From running deep Deeper night And Then The First whiff Of Dawn. Turned guilt-faced The snow crystals Fire Over the land Of the first Dawn Detective Of the snows Dawn asked ‘Why? Why not melting? ' Melted Slow yet Irresistible The snows on fire. Waters turned hot. The taps no longer Froze. The waters Came out Gushing. The first birds flew In bliss: You Did not conquer them Snow Now Fading Fading Fading. Your time's fading.