Blossom in the Snow

Through the leaves and roads I wander,
Under stars I take my cover,
Lost in silence, pushed by thunder,
Ever walking, ever cold.
Winter weather sends December,
Bright and sharp with frosted lovers
Matching snowflakes sort and sever;
Ever walking, ever cold.
Memories I had while sleeping
Seem to haunt me in the morning;
Both my feet are torn and bleeding:
Ever walking, ever cold.
In the white, I pluck a flower,
Like a final springtime warning:
God alone perceived this hour
Ever walking, ever cold.