Marzanna

A personifying poem expressing bitterness at winter's arrival.

O Winter, how cruel a mistress are you?

Your forests naked, without a hue

Maiden of frost, bringer of melancholic mood

Leaves aflame, they did to us allude 

Against nightfall’s shades we weep for sunlight 

You put our Earth to sleep

With your icicle broom our joys you do sweep

Innocent Spring, she will end the oppression 

Cold & bleak lands there will be none 

We shall cast you to fire 

To the tunes of a lyre 

Or perhaps to the waters of the great placid river