Stepping soft on the snow-strewn path,
Earth’s song stunned, by the wintry drum
Save for branches that heave and hum.
Awed I stand, whittled by the blast
That shivers and shrieks to the core.
Frosted grace slides into place,
Until sun’s bounty shows her face
Nursing the world, weathered and raw.
How kind the elements couple,
Meeting of minds singing in sync;
Frost and heat, siblings on a link
Melting tune that is so supple.