Clouds are gathering
Presage of a stormy day
In hesitant dawn
Tiny winter wren
Warbles its song to the world
Then finds a warm nest
Winter breeze whispers
Through brittle frozen branches
Of things yet to come
‘Ere the storm begins
Timid sky blushes silver
As the wind rises
The first snowflakes fall
Sighing through the waving boughs
Of majestic trees
Soon the full blizzard
Conducts the wintry chorus
Of nature’s opus
The storm is over
One by one the stars appear
As the wind retires
A wolf's mournful howl
Echoes through the silent woods
Answered by an owl
Music of the moon
Hushed by the snow-laden limbs
Enchants the still night
Winter's spell is cast
All the forest falls asleep
To its lullaby
