Pale face waning, against a blackened velvet set,
Despondent drapes of ebony gloom, cave in to morning's threat,
Strawlike fronds of creeping light, paint bleaker hillsides gold,
A trembling stand against the folding dark, and icy winter's hold,
A crystal mesh of colour spreads, from spring light's steady hand,
She takes the world in azure folds
And thaws the frozen land.