In the Quietude

The Quietude after the First rays of the Sun on the Snow


Swaying between the white rage of snow
and the scorching brilliance of the red hot glow
of the sun gazing in torment below
at the rooftops and streams
languishing  for the warmth that will melt
the long white shadow
of the delayed winter song,
your mind attains slowly
a poise and beauty.
You, the queen of the snowy peaks
of mountains soaring in the sky,
how supreme is your luster and shine! I can only gaze and guess at the range of your flight and depth,
and marvel and return,
back to my base camp
and go back to sleep and dream
in the languor of the songs you sing.