and what is the sombre magic

earth beneath winter skies

stark and black the trees

against the ashen white backdrop

 

I gaze out the window lonely

all bleak and sere all day

a mournful scene, all sadness

wears a cloak of winter skies

 

the winter sky envelopes

each thought and act pervades

solemn each smile and gesture

the shadow of gathering night

 

I turn my head from the widow

tremble from cold and gloom

feel gaunt and bare like trees

that stand beneath the winter skies