Où sont les neiges d'antan 

Silent snowflakes gently waft

whiteness through the air,

light is growing dim and soft,

colors dull and rare.

Drowning in a dreamless sleep,

moments, lightly, sink,

each, a memory white and deep,

spelled in frozen ink.

Footprints, vestiges of time,

have been swept away,

timeless, white, sublime

is the end of day.