Evening Glow, Peder Mork Monsted (1920)
Evening Glow, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
The evening glow upon the winter snow,
A lamp that beckons me down the tree row.
Beaten snow a sign of a place to go,
Assured by people with faces aglow.
Heat of eagerness causes a quick pace,
Huffing and puffing to get to the place.
Wondering what sight my eyes shall embrace,
Will I too have that glow upon my face?
An ache in my lungs reaching the last tree.
Heart pounds of what I am about to see.
Beauty before me had no boundary,
Couldn’t be bought with any sum of money.
Virgin snow on a field big as a sea,
Reminding all what it is to be free.