The Snow Birds

They fly beneath the cotton clouds
With plumage virgin white
As angels, spread their beauteous wings
To bear them on their flight

Through air so sweet and rarefied
Above the earth, so cold,
Yet with the sun behind their wings
In light soft aureoled

Then as they shed their feathers, down
Upon the land they fall
As snowflakes floating silently -
Ah, can you hear them call ?

They call, they call with sirens songs
Which echo through all time
To mingle with the winter`s hush
With music sweet sublime

And now with luminescent glow
All sheeted dazzling bright
The ground is soft beneath our feet
A wondrous pristine sight

Like crystals sparkling in the sun
Or stars in night`s embrace
The snowfall fixed below our gaze
Reflects upon each face

And then, clad scantily, they soar
Above this glorious scene
The snow birds on their journey wend
To places set with green

To bask in summer`s gentle heat
To grow their plumage new
Flutt`ring o`er the treetops high
To sing in skies of blue