Heaven has no bliss
Like winter’s storm become spring.
When the world withers in
An icy wilderness
When rocks shatter beneath
Thor’s mighty hammer
When furies devour
All but deep-buried seeds
When bare branches groan and heave
And break
When the land dances in a
Devil’s orgy

Then the King of the Sky
Shoots shafts
At the raging snowman’s eye
Arteries of ice unfreeze
Buds crinkle in the breeze
And in her fruitful womb
The earth rejoices.