in winter, in winter   the poets speak of rain   but I sing of thee:  snow, there is nothing warmer,  as though the clouds were unraveling   or the stars, dropping from the skies     Snow: everywhere, carefully descending   so white, so cold, so beautiful     in winter, in winter   the snow offers his coat   under a night of   blue, purple and black   pearls fall on an ivory world     in winter, in winter   the snow floats in open air   and hangs like a curtain   at night, the moon, she rises   and all is revealed   bathed in silver mist   bathed in mystery     in winter, in winter   the poets speak of rain   but I sing of thee:  snow, there is nothing warmer,  as though the clouds were unraveling     Snow: everywhere, carefully descending   so white, so cold, so beautiful