The winds are growing giddy
writing on the park in code
the sixteen sisters voice their love
in leaves upon the road
and whip away the words we say
and change them all to charms:
Snegurochka is coming here
with winter in her arms
The windows have grown smaller
like a focussing of eyes
the trees have become narrow
hearing their own lullabies
the day is fidgety and dim
the smoker’s nostril psalms:
Snegurochka is coming here
with winter in her arms
It scared us when an orchestra
awoke us in the night
we blundered from sleep stupidly
forgetting we had sight
it changed us when we turned and saw
the storms above the farms:
Snegurochka is coming here
with winter in her arms
Behind our useful doors we heard
the wind go out and in
now on the park in numbers we
await what will begin
we crane to hear her footsteps
every time the traffic calms:
Snegurochka is coming here
with winter in her arms
