Juhani Siljo(1888-1918)
Golden beam of the sun
sneaks through the bushes.
Frozen the branches: Hanging
soon on them droplets.
Into droplets melted the ice,
more bright now glitters.
Imprisoned hid
in ice colours vivid.
To a new life awakening
before a beam warm
more chill, more pure
they now shine to the eyes.
(Kevättalvella, from Sanna Jaatinen(ed.): Runoja luonnosta, 1989, page 26.)
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