The first snow falls more softly that the rest
(Or so it seems)
As crystal lace upon the maiden's breast.

And draped in white she lies upon the ground
(As in a dream)
And waits for love-----as if it's ever found.

She waits the night and waits the length of day
(This silent maid)
For warmth of love to melt the ice away.

Soon now the smells of springtime fill the air,
(Such pleasant smells)
It blows its sweet warm breath into her hair.

And though her love has yet to show his face
(And spring has come)
Our sights are filled with disappearing lace.

mjz