Winter

I call forth the cold

The coming signs of winter

The coming signs of winter



Black hands raised to the sky

Silhouettes of trees with no more leaves

Growing on their long lean twigs

Soul mirrors showing me

A shadowed face



Waters – frozen and rugged, unmoved

Cloth, white, is falling

On the ground



Snow from the sky

Trying to hide

The face of the earth

Thousand daggers are piercing my skin

Winds from the north, alone in the skies



I call forth the cold

The coming signs of winter

I call forth the cold

The coming signs of winter

The coming signs of winter



Ravens seem to be the only

Life beside me – suddenly

They cover the sky to the horizon

Blood becomes ice

Flesh becomes rock



I call forth the cold

The coming signs of winter

Winter

I call forth the cold

The coming signs of winter

Winter

I call forth the cold

The coming signs of winter