This is a poem that Shepherd asked me to post, given that he is lacking an account:

SNOWETRY

The winds blew in the snow last night:

It stuck- behold! the land is white.

The pines are rolling, swaying,- glazed

With frosting sweet. I am amazed!

The weather’s chill, but oh! the sky

Is white, and wind whips breezes high;

Swift they come and swift pass by,

Swifter than ice freezes. Why?

Blustery like dust-storms white

The snow is swept up in swift flight:

Rises, whips like heavy cream

To top this gingerbread world. 

The winds blew in the snow last night:

It stuck- behold! now all is white.

The pretzel sugared trees- they sway

While marshmallows mound up for play.

Oh Christmas come! unwrap the box

Of snow and ice and chilly frost;

Oh Christmas light! be bright and wreathe

Your warmest glow on coldest teeth 

Of Winter, when it comes. Today

Is November twenty-seventh. Say!

The powdered sugar sprinkler’s bust.

It’s everywhere! like scattered dust. 

The winds blew in the snow last night:

It stuck- behold! the land is white.

The maple leaves are brown and cold,

Dangling from the branches bold;

The cream of Winter stings the air 

With icy chillings everywhere.

Oh Christmas come! the signs are white

That tell of stockings and firelight;

Oh Christmas cheer! be close, come near

To stifle dread and cast out fear. 

The snowy roofs of gingerbread

Hang over us in love. O joy!