The Wind Brings Down Its Icy Load
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Music:
Concerto for Organ and Orchestra Op7 no1 mvt2. Subscribe to this site on Substack |
The wind brings down its icy load; Curtains close across the sky. Travelers shudder on the road: There will be shelter by-and-by. All one has seen and one has sown Now feeds the feasts of fantasy. Merriment goes on within; Trees and candles dance with light. Without, the world is grey and grim; Within the house, all is bright. How might one stand against the wind But with the joy one brings to it? The window hints of happiness; The wanderer walks quickly past. The week-old ice is treacherous; The snow is falling thick and fast. Shelter cannot be a place For those whose spirits will not rest. Bells ring through the chilly air; People purchase gifts on time. Windows, doorways, front yards bear Of inner truth the outward sign: Love beneath commercial cheer; Loneliness decked out in din. The season freezes all but love; Winter grips the waterways. Upon white meadows nothing moves; Life sleeps through the nights and days. O love! At once both flame and fuel, Light well what meets the inner gaze! Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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