To budding trees and bubbling birds.
and to the river's breathless gush.
I'll take the faerie stasis of
a winter landscape's snowy hush.

I've turned into the Queen of Snow.
a furnace could not kindle me-
A glacier rustling through my veins.
a crystal where my heart should be.

I brought this winter on myself.
here soundless snowflakes fill the air.
I watch them from my tower of ice.
and play my games of Solitaire.

I once lived just for Sturm und Drang.
for swirling leaves and driving rain.
But then I tired of autumn and.
the maelstrom raging in my brain.

One minute feasting with the Gods.
next, staring into the abyss.
And so I stopped and froze the clocks.
for I could stand no more of this.

I turned the fountains all to quartz.
lay pavé frost upon the floor.
Heaped piles of snow up to the eaves.
hung icy daggers from my door.

And so I pray the sun will not.
unlock the rivers from their sleep.-
They lead to far-off places and.
their waters are so very deep.

I cannot face the Springtime now.
In all its beauty and its pain.
The dove would lure me to the wood.
and I would have to live again.