And the wind that is old blows so cold;

But as winter approaches

And frost it encroaches

There is warmth in the ground, in the ground

My snug home a burrow

My brow does not furrow

With cares or concerns over food;

My larder is full

And my blanket of wool

And a small cozy fire so good

I am ready for all that the cold has in store

And I know furthermore one more thing:

That as days do increase

And the light brings great peace

We will meet yet again the sweet Spring.

--fleur    6.ii.04