Birds go south for winter, singers and swallows
Love goes I don't know where, but I can't follow
Cold night grips the city, tightly till dawn
Cold daylight without pity
On the sidewalks where the shadows are drawn
Over a thankful debris
Life is a quick croquis
Naked birches against white snow in the mountains beneath the moon
Black trees pointing skywards in accusation
Blue freeze all the way to the cosmic regions
All warmth has escaped earth and all love's gone
Northern non-comfort; cold winds bite
In the streets where the shadows are drawn
Over a thankful debris
Life is a quick croquis
Naked birches against white snow in the mountains beneath the moon