Silent Morning

Pale dawn like a silent song
Flowing with a dream across
Silent morn like a swansong
Falls on white ground with the stars

You walk by and see it all
You gaze touches the sky, the ground, the snow
And turns them in the only song
Dwelling with silver cold
Of winter call

Trees dressed in white
Bow their crowns before the king
Black crows fly in pale sky
Telling the clouds of upcoming spring

Though no call of warmth lies in still air
No patch of the sky blue and fair
But a silent song
Of still falling snow
Dancing with a verse of morn
Snowflakes come down with its flow

Silent morning came at dawn
With still falling pale snow