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
