The soul becomes disconsolate,
The cold obstinate,
The nights monotonous
The ragged snow
Is slow to go
Lingers in shadows
Where the sun seldom goes
Winter has been
More bitter this year
The winds more biting
The fire more inviting
The Moon barely glows
Through the blue blur of snow
And the paths choked
Where I usually go
But sometimes at night
My mind takes flight
Glides away without a word
Like the silent flight of a lone snowbird