Snowy, silent fields
Yrjö Henrik Kilpinen
Snowy, silent fields
stretch from my path.
The ice covered trail crunches
under my spiked shoes.
Bare winter stars stand
silently in their cold heights,
the wind growls in my ears:
wintercold, winterpain.
Dark forests tower above,
A raven's shriek hangs in the air.
And I wander lost,
homeless and shunned.