Snow Ranger

He quickly on his way doth go
His resting place no man may know
And as his breath emerges, so!
Before him wanders ice and snow
The Winter Ranger sings.
No mortal knows how old he be
But still his steps sound steadily
And through the fields of snow walks he
The wintertide he brings.

For ages his winter songs he's sung
And through the woods his words have rung
Bringing snow from where the stars are hung
And yet, his smiling eyes are young,
Their depths reflect the dark.
His hair is outflung silv'ry white
Keen eyes reflect the skies own light
Their blue still bold and quick and bright
For nothing yet escapes his sight
The Winterbringer--hark!

He pauses here to muse a space
Upon a tree of extraord'nry grace
Then leaves it rimmed in frosty lace
The Warden of the Snow.
He turns to go--but then is still
He stops in silence on a hill
And to his icy heart, a thrill
As sunrise lights his work and will
With a brilliant gleaming glow.