As the sun rises
A shaggy figure wades through the swirling mist.
His hooves crunch softly in the deep new snow.
He raises his antlered head
And calls to the great winter sky.
It is a promise.
“Have patience!” it says.
“Winter is not eternal!
Spring will return
And cover the forest with her cloak of green.
The life-flame will lick across the valleys
And up the slopes of the distant mountains.
The brooks will laugh once more.
The flowers will open
And tell their dreams to the stars.
It will all come.