I wonder
Where the swans
Croon,
Their lullabies,
When the lake frosts over.
Do they find shelter
Amongst the soft crocuses
And lavender cyclamen?
Or do they
Nestle,
Within
The bloody roses
That bloom like wounds
On their bodies?
How do they
Find warmth
When the waters
Are icy
And the air
Is chilly?
Or do they
Lie
With their mates
And warble
To the mellow moon,
A swan song
To skate upon the lakes
Until spring.