In snowy unpigmented drape
Wintry withdrawn world waits
for the warm kiss of the Icelandic day,
Through the long lonely valley
the elevation blows the glacial gale
to cheer the deep solemn solitude
Over the bare upland, a pious sunbeam plays
When the heartless west extends its blast
but the stormy north sings sleet,
All the field lay bound beneath
A crispy integument of snow,
It withers all in silence to expose the earth
And show its susceptible skeleton life
I walk to crash crunch beneath my feet
to see a dancing darkness in vivid blue,
In an ecstasy the earth drink
the silver lukewarm sunlight,
The beast or bird in their covert rest
but leafless trees resemble my fate
A lonely robin with its burning breast
Sits in subtle sweetness of the sun,
How ruby banner of poppies spread
where the lilies fell asleep but
The rose’s hearts are beating still
When the fresh sap of earth
finesse the flaxen flowers,
The snowflakes swarmed in the yard
to beat the feeble window panel
When, I step in warm chamber,
I wonder how like me
the grief worn threshold stone was?
I am the distorted and shivering shadow
upon the dim lighted ceiling
The colorless clusters of lackluster stars
ornaments the night bride,
The lenient liquid moon
slides through bare black branch
as a chamber corner draft swept the night stand
The cruciform contour of winged craving
took a fleety flash flight,
I swear to keep every sweet promise
under a warm furry blanket
of seed prospect,
God pity all those homeless souls