Snowfall

Consider all the snow around
Hard, compacted into sheets
Freezing fast the stony ground
And slippering the empty streets
See how it mocks the glowing sun
Reflecting it unmeltingly
Hunkering down as if to shun
The heat it ought to bring. Then see
How in the turn of time the air
Will recontain its wonted heat
And force this fearsome snow to bare
The ground and fly in full retreat
So much can time, in fullness, do
But not reduce my love for you.