Flying in the white cape of winter,
　　Her feathery scarf breaks loose.
　　This still and silent night
　　Is the longest of the year for dance.
　　
　　The streets are now monochromatic,
　　Some town people turn blue or gray,
　　Like birds they flock away
　　While Canadian geese are here to stay.
　　
　　                                                   But she floats scarf after no one
　　                                                   It covers everywhere just the same.
　　                                                   Be it a mansion or a shanty,
　　                                                   All become forms of a wonderland.
　　
　　                                                  She highlights the deciduous
　　                                                  What's left after a glamorous fall
　　                                                  Branches that shiver in cold
　　                                                  Are sculptured into a new prime.
　　
　　                                                “The days will grow a little longer,
　                                                     A litter shorter each night.”
　　                                                 From here on we listen to her song
　　                                                 Till spring comes along.