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