The Blizzard
Sight of wondrous white, all throughout the frost whom bites,
Renowned in beauty’s fright, a whirlwind of cold delight.
The storm it blew, the snow it flew, all morning day and night.
Till heaven shut its doors, above the earth, and through the blindness shined the light.
The sun, with warmth, filled the heart, at bay the storms will and might.
Again the birds and furry worms crawled and kept to natures fight.