Weihnachtsengel 4: Der bitterböse Feind

——— Jura Soyfer: Wanderlied, 1937:

Der Sommer ist verglommen,
Der Herbst ist ausgeweint,
Nun ist der Winter kommen,
Der bitterböse Feind.

Die Erde liegt im Leichenhemd
Und war einst jung und bunt.
Was suchst du noch, du bist hier fremd,
Mein Bruder Vagabund.

Bitterböse Feindin: Count Your Blessings: The Forgotten Art of Flying, 12. Februar 2011:

As she walked through the old forest, she spread her wings as if to fly but her body could no longer meet the air, for her bones had grown solid and her feathers died and fallen off. No longer would the children fly but were cursed dream, to obey the universe or gravity and to walk the earth on dirty feet.