Who was it that said the snow should fall upon the ground,
as it lay barren and lifeless in the winter time?

The ground does not mind the freeze.
It hurts it not, but breaks and heaves it,
so it might be softer in the spring.

Instead, over the tears of a cup of coffee,
Or the unvoiced fears of a friend,
In finding the lonely with all of their company,
And those finished before they start again,

Frozen, I think, we just get harder
and less receptive to the spring,
more unwilling to let establish
whatever might that season bring.

Let the ground lie cold and naked.
Our being hard is not a virtue;
let the snow blanket us instead.

Who was it that said the snow should fall upon the ground,
as it lay barren and lifeless in the winter time?