Psst, psst, psst,
Is what the snow is saying
To the quiet woods,
With the night falling.

Something pressing,
That can’t wait,
On a path that went nowhere,
Where I found myself

Overtaken by snow flakes
With so much to confide,
The bare twigs pricked their ears—
Great God!

What did they say?
What did they say?
I went badgering
Every tree and bush.