White Fields by James Stephens (from Sing a Song of Seasons)

White Fields

In winter-time we go

Walking in the fields of snow;

Where there is no grass at all;

Where the top of every wall,

Every fence, and every tree, 

Is as white as white can be. 

Pointing out the way we came--

Every one of them the same--

All across the fields there be

Prints in silver filigree;

And our mothers always know, 

By the footprints in the snow, 

Where it is the children go.

                                                  --James Stephens

                                       from: Sing a Song of Seasons by Fiona Waters & Frann Preston-Gannon