Snowbound

The silent song of snowbound hills
of frozen hedgerows, streams and rills
This quiet crescendo slowly swells
or dies with sadly tolling bells

Within this silence life is born
come once again this happy morn
With ice-like fire this cold doth burn
For springs dear warmth our hearts do yearn

The setting sun shades pink on white
as quickly falls the longest night
Then golden Moon spreads forth blue light
making snow clad hills look bright