It’s peaceful now. The afternoon is still.
The street is quiet. Voices very dear
Reach up the stairs, caress me like a thrill
From heaven. I am home and you are here.
The tree – again! – it’s roaring white
Firing snow into the air
Lean long branches flash, declare...
When we talk of serious things
And you are fond with word and touch
A mighty pleasure through me sings...
