Lyrics: Laura Lush
Music: Amanda Tosoff
On the first day of winter
The earth awakens to the cold touch of itself
Snow knows no other recourse except
This falling, this sudden letting go
Over the small gnomed bushes
all the emptying trees
Snow puts beauty back into the
withered and malnourished
into the death-wish of nature
and the deliberate way
winter insists on nothing less than deference
Waiting all its life, snow says,Β Let me cover you