Sparkatale

Hiems transiit

Come out from under darkness,

For the winter now is past,

And the icy wind that came

From northern climes no longer blows.

Come out from barren branches

That shake off their snowy cover,

For the sun is come again

With warmth that fell from memory.

Come out from ancient bitterness

That has withered you away,

All the gardens of the world

Cry out for one they have forgotten.

5/4/19