Pale Wretched Horizon

Winter clouds hover low Shaking hands with the mist One gray alliance (of) Nature's mystic charm Over the home in the woods Silence has landed Poetry of the wretches So pale and cold Freezing atmospheric view Over ice-covered lake The trees are struggling hard To carry all the snow Over the house in the woods Silence has landed Poetry of the wretches So pale and cold White, towering icicles Formed by the rising steam A warm reminder From gaps in the soil