Sweet Slumber

In this poem, I have gone ahead and given a title that shows both the theme of nature and what it is a metaphor of. I think it just "sounds" better to write "Sweet Slumber" and then in the second half

descending on the twilight streets;

Snow, in silent fields you lie pristine

beneath moon’s glow, a blanket shimmering.

Oblivion serene!

Tranquilly envelop me in

Sleep -

a snow;

the more you fall, the deeper that I go

under

. Oh, sweet Slumber,

suffocate with pearly flakes those of us the weary that repose,

long time having waited like the windrows.

As Boreas does blow,

　

lull and bury all in drifting, dreamy

snow.