The Bridegroom Cometh, or early December

Poem of the Month

Easter Morning, Caspar David Friedrich

There is no snow yet.

The trees are bare and silent.

What was an impenetrable

Tangle in the summer

Is clear, the berm

Before the stream now visible.

It is the bride,

Ready for the bridegroom.

There is nothing left

To prepare.

Stripped bare,

She is waiting,

For the snow, for the

Bridegroom.