I awake to muted pink glow struggling to shine more brilliantly

But, winter’s clouds hang low this morning, absorbing all her light

Midnight has brought new snow which rests gently upon the fields

If sun could work her radiance, my world would glisten bright

‘Tis the clouds which win the battle though, soothing frost to sleep

While little birds on frozen branches, sing joyously to daybreak

The tranquility which consumes my world seems wholly unconstrained