The geese were flying low and swift
Over the river water's edge
Perfect parallels extended sleek and
Stretching back their legs
Springing forth the snow like blossoms
Softly fell upon our heads
What before was not alive
Had now become undead

They've taken wing from down below
To bring the season in
Persephone cautiously approached
But had not arrived yet

We from stone to stone did step
Trying feet not to get all wet
The water was exuberant
Dry no one would across it let
Bestowing blessings of their own
The clouds allowed the sun to set
The descending night and
River flood uprushing down then met

They've taken wing from down below
To bring the season in
Persephone cautiously approached
But had not arrived yet

Verse 3: In harmony the snowflakes piled
Unto themselves a voiceless tune
With all branches trees embraced
The snow because they somehow knew
That desperately clinging would
The end prevent from coming soon
Their loving touch was luminous
Underneath the rising moon

They've taken wing from down below
To bring the season in
Persephone cautiously approached
But had not arrived yet

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