Of that Day

                                       Softly a blanket floats pure white,
                                       That settles on the sheets of gray,
                                       Twinkling and bringing a new light
                                       On this special, cold winter’s, day—
                                       And it seems it is here to stay.
                                       Beauty dressed itself with the cold,
                                       Thinking that it was time to play—
                                       I’ll remember past getting old.