When Old Man Winter comes
In the middle of a snowy night,
December’s magic unfolds.
He sends playful snowflakes that chase
One another through dark skies,
Pile up on bare-branched trees,
Silence the world in whirling whiteness.
When the Young Maiden appears,
She softly steps, renewing the grass
And magically awakening the earth.
Trees and gardens remember their colors
As she send raindrops through dark skies,
Moistening the soil and greening the world.
Full of sweet days, warm and cool,
She sets her picnic table to celebrate with us.
The sun, her best friend for this party,
This celebration of beauty and life.
Welcome, Spring, Welcome!