At dark of year, my Winter Light,
my Ever-Cold, my Clear-and-Bright:
above your clouds so lovely shroud the white sky…
And in the cold my heart delights,
in freezing wind and frost and ice,
for how my soul lights up to meet your bright eyes!
With falling flakes all dusty white,
that flit and fly and drift in flight,
in restful, rhythmic rounds my spirit dances…
Then all my limbs must come alive,
against the cold my heart must thrive,
for so your whispery, blissful sky romances!
Ah falling flakes and drifting snow,
I listen as you whisper so,
to kiss of flake that flits in flight, I answer:
Come my Dark One, Ever-Cold;
Come and meet me Bright-of-Soul!
Come and meet me Winter Light, I am your own!