i woke one morn in winter past

the world still hushed and sleeping fast

for all around lay frozen fog

on stone and shingle, leaf and log

the sunrise met the meadow there

and a golden glow filled the air

then out i walked as in a dream

the world on fire with icy gleam

and there i roamed by the water’s edge

through fields of cedar and of sedge

‘til climbing sun burned rime away

and leant warmth to another day