Every winter, When the great sun has turned his face away, The earth goes down into a vale of grief, And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables, Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay – Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses.
When the bold branches Bid farewell to rainbow leaves – Welcome wool sweaters.
I like these cold, gray winter days. Days like these let you savor a bad mood.
Winter came down to our home one night Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed slippers of snow, And we, we were children once again.