The lake is frozen,

face a silver glass.

Above the cold sky shone

her glowing visage.

Our lips grow pale

In the moonlight's grace,

Of frosted waters

And silky haze.

A serene light in the darkness,

These glacier hearts melt

From wisps of silver thread

Woven from her shining rays.

This is winter's way

To show beauty

In its deathly wake.