The Great Brrrr

A translation by sight and sound

The brrrring cold returns,
then we hide
after bidding farewell to you,
O warming sun

As you drift,
below . . .
under earth's waist-belt
where others sing you praises.

Once living in ice houses,
warming in lovemaking,
singing out our praises
while embraced in rapture,
in the icy cold
and heavy-laden frosts.

Again we sleep without you . . .

with our crystal breaths,
our winter's banshee,
and extended lovemaking.

Then all chased away . . .

with your yellow halo's return.