Please fall, oh gracious snow!
Soften the ground under hardened feet,
slow the day to the pattern of my heart
and restore in full bridal gown,
the promises of yesterday.

I awoke this morn in a fit of grey sleep,
of grey walls and air and nocturnal keep.
In these days of all-taste and no flavour,
please fall to Earth, oh prophecised saviour!

Please settle to the concrete
and decorate our lives,
leave winter upon the mantelpiece
and all these troubles underground.

Please settle all my longing
from engineering sighs,
winter falls from heaven's masterpiece,
yet lands without a sound.