Pure as the snow on sky reaching peaks

Pure as the snow on sky reaching peaks
Without a burden for the wind to sweep,
Always in growth through sunless days
In twilights dimmed by your mind’s dark haze
Stands alone your captain, your soul
Forever a’drift towards your heart’s greatest joy.

Forerunners of Spring

In the bitter chill, in the sing-song Wind,
The undaunted mind blossoms
To stay a’tune to nature’s call
He quivers his poetic strings
And bids the light to bring forth
Its emancipated Spring.