Frost with frenzied breath
Holds in his firm iron fist
Earth, sky and water
And my soul

The lake lies still
Like a magical mirror
Frosted with flakes of snow
Deep silence

Fields of frozen silver
Grass in grey armour
Brazen bushes
Tin coloured trees

River and stream stopped running
Phantastic figures
Border on banks
Sit on stones

A sky of polished silver
Clouds cling to clouds
A sun of molten lead
Hangs low

My soul is still
Held by a heavy chain
Of frost and fear
And cold

Will She Come?