When there's snow high on the mountain,
With frost far down below...
The sun burns not as brightly now,
With somewhat faded glow.
 
For the snow high on the mountain,
Speaks volumes as it warns...
Of cold north winds, accompanied by
The wrath of winter storms.
 
The flowers shake and shiver now,
No longer are content...
To fill the fields with color,
Perfume the yard with scent.
 
The flash of Monarchs as they seek,
A far more friendly place...
Are joined by wild geese overhead,
As winter gives them chase..
 
When there's snow high on the mountain,
I feel a sadness deep...
For all those things that won't return,
Gone to eternal sleep.
 
(c)  10/02/10  Loree (Mason) O'neil
 
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