Winter

 

        Frozen and shivering in the icy snow.
        In the strong blasts of a terrible wind
        To run stamping one‘s feet at every step
        With one‘s teeth chattering through the cold.

        To spend the quiet and happy days by the fire
        Whilst outside the rain soaks everyone.
        To walk on the ice with slow steps
        And go carefully for fear of falling.

        To go in haste, slide and fall down;
        To go again on the ice and run,
        Until the ice cracks and opens.

        To hear leaving their iron-gated house Sirocco,
        Boreas and all the winds in battle:
        This is winter, but it brings joy.