Snow Morning

SONG NETS

Song nets,

I weave you with all my love.

You glitter like pearls and rubies,

In you I catch songs like butterflies.

You go past my reaching hand

With a thin gauzv floating,

And the songs are caught

Before they fade away.

Last night

My hand caught a song

Of pines and quiet rivers:

I shall keep it forever.

SNOW MORNING

Morning is a picture again,

With snow-puffed branches

Out of the wind;

With the sky caught like a blue feather

In the butternut tree.

I cannot see the world behind the snow;

But when I look into my mind,

There, with all its people and colors,

The world sits smiling

Quite warm and cosy.