The winter pushed in, to my door,
Freezing cold penetrated to my toes,
To the shin, thighs, belly,
In the heart it froze as a heavy stone.
In my loneliness, I cried,
Where are you?
But only reverberation, echo..
It returned with darkness to my soul.
I waited and waited in the gloom,
Now it's retreating!
The icicles on the window sill melt,
Down it reaches to my cracked feet
Which saw a long road bare.
Forlorn in the silence,
I walk forward dreaming the spring beyond! ! ! !