WINTER, O WINTER

 

Winter, O winter,

   Sing me a song, please!

A song of wind, and time,

   Of empty fields, and Barron trees,

I will sit and not complain,

And feel the coldness of your pain!

Of animals curled in their caves,

And mountains of white maze.

 

Winter, O winter,

Sing of things that stir my heart,

Like frozen lakes of perfect art –

And upon your lyrics I will write:

“I lie in the darkness of night

where moonbeams give me light,

and only here my world seems right!”

 

Thomas Theophilus© November 28, 2025