Like spears made from glass-
shimmering in the daylight;
Tyrra's morning gift.
(-Dated at the first frozen rain last winter, 605-ER.)
One walks down the path-
Dark contrasts the untouched white;
Such a queer feeling.
(-Dated soon after the first notable snowfall the winter past, 605-ER)
The cold soon recedes,
green springs up, but snow returns;
Sorrow as green fades...
(-Dated near winter's end, 606-ER)
Hearken to Tyrra,
Her blossom children now rise;
Winter's grasp grows weak.
(-dated, winter's End, 606-ER)
