The virgin snow that falls atop the ground
Conceals the tears the trees have cast away.
I'll miss the sight of leaves that flit around,
For they perform as one in a ballet.
I will observe as winter spreads her gown
And marvel at the beauty she displays.
The softness of her touch, like fluffy down,
Has made me share with her my grateful gaze.
Although I have no love for winter's stay,
I do esteem the beauty she can bring.
And so I calmly stand and watch her play
While longing for the days of cheerful spring.
She'll clothe the land with garb of her design,
But spring will be the one for whom I pine.
“My wish is to stay always like this, living quietly in a corner of nature.” ― Claude Monet