Naked and twisted she stretches out, cupped hands

Imploring a boon from the uncaring blue

She has been all the winter adoring.

Dreaming through sharp nights of cold

Of a mantle of glory, of white and of gold.

Hoping for spring to come soon

To cover her limbs that are withered and dry

With profusion of beauty, delighting the eye.

Then again she will be as a bride to her lover

And small wings of sunlight will quickly discover

Her sweetness, and burrow in each honeyed flower

While shy birds take refuge from lightning and shower.

Bowed down, her rich beauty will breathe on the air

Heavy perfume, like incense that rises with prayer.