Winter Song

Over the bluff hills
At the day’s end
The diffident snow
Swirls before dropping
Blow wind, blow
That we may see
Your smooth body
The humble snow
Is waiting for darkness
So its soft light
Can muffle the hills
Blow wind, blow
The copse will be silent
The black trees empty
At the day’s end
The small snow is scurrying
White bees in the moon
And the flying wind
Blow wind
Over the cold hills
For the moon is voiceless