Winter!
Wintrier!
Thy daughter of nature
Why do you hate us so?

You curse the ground with those barren winter months
The tulips bulbs seek shelter deep within the ground
the bird flew south to be in the arms of your brother
Brother Sun and Sister wintrier: the good and the bad

You bend the branches with heavy snow,
so deep, so low
Freezing the river, while muting its rippling sound
The autumn winds shake the ancient towers
As many whispers, no more, no more
Leaving a blind cardinal alone and lost
In the snow