Frozen are the lakes and streams; Harsh with cold the North wind blows, Summer warmth a thing of dreams As winter comes with sleet and snow. Barren white hides all the fields, Greyness shrowds the heavy sky; Until the sun makes clouds yield, A crystal world to make thereby. Clear blue crowns the blinding scene Of prisms blooming against the white. Beauty shines where dark has been, Sparkling still in the moon's pure light. Cold and dark the winter will bring Also, ice flowers to 'mind us of spring.