Silver Birch

Snow is falling, my silver-seeker
soon the path will be lost to sight,
soon the day the day will give way
Ice is forming, my silver-seeker
soon the streams will be fastened tight,
soon the shadows will claim the light.
Break of dawn is far away
but you are safe my silver-seeker,
safe to sink down, down, down, down, deep and deeper
Rest your head now, silver-seeker
close your eyes and cease your searches
where the catkin softly brushes,
where the blackbird brightly perches,
here among the birches bright.
The sun is rising, my silver-seeker
warms the pines, and breathes the larches,
lights your yawns, unfurls your stretches,
there among the silver birches.
Soon the blackbird will take her flight.