January 1, 2012


Falling softly through the night,
snow covers the ground at morning light.

They say it is the old man's friend,
our old man, who cannot mend.

He did not choose this climbing road,
cannot carry his heavy load.

We bend, and wail, but stay awake,
must not tarry for the old man's sake.

By the evening we will know,
how pure, how cold this early snow.