The weather of time is merciless
I’m snowed under
Can’t live can’t move
Can’t go outside
The storm was an animal
A bull in the ring
And I survived
By the skin of my teeth
Now the worst is over
Spring is on the horizon
And as those first tentative rays
Of the heavenly sun
Send their loving warmth
To the scorched earth of my soul
The snow starts to melt
New life floods the plains
Shoots of green, flowers of blue
The colours of paradise
And the confines of this cage
Rust and tearaway
As freedom presents itself
Like a ripe fruit
And the hunger subsides
The burning and longing
Sing to the sweet sound
Of melting snow