Snowfall

"Frosty feathers tickle my nose
as I rest upon a frigid blanket of snow.
A still pale landscape before my eyes
is draped by a carpet of snow, sleet, and ice

The bleach white terrain so contrary from summer:
so still and pretty yet devoid of color.
A pastoral scene exemplifies tranquility
but where are the signs of life, the signs of activity?

The chirping birds, the green, bright trees?
The scurrying squirrels, and the buzzing bees?

But winter beholds a different scene
of mysteries and portraits once unforeseen:
a beautiful land so idle and serene."

From "A Winter's Poem"

(Apologies for the horrible score: transferring from Musescore doesn't always yield the most aesthetically pleasing scores.)