Winter’s Last Step

In winter’s last step the great frost recedes

From dark underneath the sun climbs

Across the fields, and over the hills

A wind-feathered bird’s song chimes.

Away with the snow! Cry great antlered deer

As the winter wood’s icy realm creaks

The mice and the bears, the moles and the hares

Are welcoming and waiting for spring.

Warm gusts from the south chase away cold

In the distance, a timid sun wakes

Old Winter is leaving, his breath is retreating

And with him, the coldness he takes.

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