A chilling beauty
In glittering white.
The bride of death
Howling
In the frigid night.

Once more she covers the earth
With a snowy sheet
Among the creatures of cold blood
Hibernating
Insensitive to her grief.

She walks in the abyss
That bridges life to life,
The darkness consciousness avoids,
Touching
With fingers of frosting knife

All things dead and alive.
There is no escape
From this dreadful lunacy
Resonating
Until the fossils ache.

Yet she is powerless
Against the jovial Spring
Who shall soften the icicle tears
Melting
Until the streams and rivers sing.

When the Earth rejoices under blossoming trees,
She will live only in sacred memories.