Winter Evening Poem by Wren Lyle

Oh! How the snow snowed!
My window is a garden of frost.
Oh! How the snow snowed!
What is the spasm of living
to the pain that I have, that I have.

All the ponds lie frozen,
My soul is black! Where do I live? Where am I going?
All its hopes lie frozen:
I am the new Norway
Where the blond skies have gone.
Cry, birds of February,
To the sinister shiver of things,
Cry birds of February,
Cry my tears, cry my roses,
To the juniper's branches

Oh! How the snow snowed!
My window is a garden of frost.
Oh! How the snow snowed!
What is the spasm of living
to all the boredom that I have, that I have...