The world I know is gone
A blinding blanket lay upon
Its face and it gleams anew
With light the cold wind blew
It is crusted in a shroud
Weaved of winter cloud
It hugs the house in drifts
Deepening as icy fingers lift
And my feet sink and wallow
Make paths the wind will swallow
With icy dust awhirling
The whole world in white is swirling
