The white, white snow and freezing breeze,
That's whipping through the leafless trees.
Creating caps on every post,
Making signboards, look like ghosts.
Covering hill and vale with white,
It makes a cold and lonely sight.
Keeping temperatures down low,
All night long to snow and blow.
And with the coming of the dawn,
A different world to look upon.
A world changed to a brilliant bright,
This is the world of snow so white.
E.H. Coe 1972