When it is snowing

Sorrow is this Mountain’s Sleeping Bear

When it is snowing yet again

So come, my friend, let us climb once more

Up steeps slopes under their winter coats


And not wait for Persephone’s return

With Spring’s promise of warm lit days

For what is more certain

Than the light revelry in our midst?


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