An April snow lies rich upon the fields,
I wait for something i don't know,
The night is better than the day,
More private i could say, the air
Empty of all i am not looking for.
The snow is better than the rain,
More useful i could say, the mud
Road hardens in the dark, Orion
Drums his way out of the trees,
Hunts the snow-rich April breeze.
I wait for something i don't know,
The night is better than the day,
More private i could say, the air
Empty of all i am not looking for.
The snow is better than the rain,
More useful i could say, the mud
Road hardens in the dark, Orion
Drums his way out of the trees,
Hunts the snow-rich April breeze.
— an adaption from "Five for the Grace of Man,"
by Winfield Townley Scott (1910-1968).
