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.