At night the sky is dark and filled with frost
The grip of winter weighing down the ground
That frigid white from which heat's touch is lost
And naught but snow and ice are to be found.
While in the house the fire is bright and warm
Protection from the whirling, whistling snow
And sturdy walls fend off the winter storm
They bind the home to sturdy earth below.
Yet beauty lies in both the warm and cold
For each brings inspiration to the young
Or calls a tender mem'ry to the old
Or tells a mighty tale which oft is sung.
Though one holds peace and one holds icy death,
Each still contains the heart which gives like breath.
