16 february 2021, limburg
winter, winter, why you are so beautifully cold!
a lone robin whispered
not only a thought lingers
in the sound of snowflakes
but also a sense of relief and comfort
for the four seasons toiling plants
‘soft, sweet, serene dreams!’
descending tranquilly
on the unburdened bare branches
then thick overloaded
before breaking, they bend and bow
the snow jumps on the ground
now, only the white winter wood
is a sanctuary for solitude
for a solemn silence
let’s go there
with the pace of wind
without leaving a trace
but this too wouldn’t remain this way
this deafening silence
walk gently through this tedious lock down
creep under this confusing curfew
in the face of this crisis
not only the walls
but tellies, smart phones, laptops have ears and eyes too
let’s escape to the sanctuary of
this snow-caressed wood
and in the song of a robin
winter, winter why you are so brutally graceful!
let’s have a feast
with the silver velvet chandeliers
and listen to their silent hums
come and see the joy of
bushtits and chickadees
come before the bat of night spreads wings
come before this white aproned moment
dissolves into the void
come with the pace of wind
without leaving a trace
not because woods cannot lie and deceit
not because its vibrant vivacity and vibes are uplifting
but because we understand our inner clatter and chatter there
and learn how to breathe and draw new dreams on the white
not because it would distract you from the labyrinth of events
not because it would save you from time, bullying forth and back
but because it will tell us the ancient stories
let’s go there where people don’t grow
let’s enjoy the snow-seeing
before it melts sinks and vaporises
into this lonely freckled sky
winter winter you’re so beautifully old