I sit alone and wait for snow
all night, I watch, and dream, and know
that when the flakes begin to dance
I’ll catch their glint, and they my glance.
The stars before are now no more.
The moon is gone, the trees they yawn
as winds pick up, I know it’s near:
the storm that I have sought all year.
And as I watch the flakes fall down
and wink as they rest on the ground,
I quell my lamp that made them light
and just enjoy this wintry night.
And sleep and dream for warmer days;
and sleep, and dream, and dream, for days.