Snow’s True Maiden By Henry Penton   As Malin welcomes the heat, our world hath lost Her powdered fields, chill, and frost And what beauty found in snow’s gleam, Now flows throughout watery streams. As the sun doth thaw our cold earth. Love hath found its blessed birth. Swallows wake in greening trees My air is filled with hums and bees.   Yet, Much as love flourishes so too doth it bring An end, fading as a youthful spring. Such beautiful co