The first snow lay in lacy, shining folds,
Beneath the moon that shone majestically;
It caught the glint that moonlight often holds,
And held it so that all the night could see.
The woods below the hill were gray and cold,
And all alone they greeted winter’s birth;
An icy breeze then stirred the branches bold,
So one would think the life was all of mirth.
But morning came and with its prying light
It showed the hill and wood all dark and sad;
The forest shook its arms again, in spite,
To make believe that it was gay and glad.
But at the twilight hour as I went by,
I heard the woods in sobbing, mourning song,
That ended in a hopeless, dismal sigh,
As though it knew the winter would be long.
And strange as it may see, that night the moon
From in a cloud of darkness never stirred —
The wind kept up a melancholy tune
So the wood might grieve alone, unseen, unheard.
— Edna H. Sumner.
Appleton Post Crescent (Appleton, Wisconsin) Dec 20, 1924
Appleton Post Crescent (Appleton, Wisconsin) Dec 7, 1921