Like a thin veil The gray white harbingers of A coming storm Sweep across the face of A full moon Set like a glittering diamond In the cold blue of A winter night
The landscape itself In the ethereal light of The winter moon Already gives the appearance Of A snow covered scene
The clouds glide briskly along And to think The beauty of this night Is lost Man is rushing too Too busy to look up But we’ll look When we’re stopped By the gift Of the storm