Some have trod the wintry path,
Down by the water's edge;
And walked upon the frozen snow,
That makes itself a ledge.
Some have caught the creeping fog,
As it rises from the lake;
In the crispy hours of dawn,
Before the city comes awake.
Some have glimpsed the mountains,
Frosted in winter icing;
And shuffled through the snow,
So soft and so enticing.
Some have heard the silence,
Upon a wintry stroll;
And seen ice broken branches,
As winter takes its toll.
For those who've felt this season,
And the beauty that it brings,
Have witnessed but a miracle,
When Winter turns to Spring!
1987
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