No rush

Winter song , by Nichita Stanescu

You are so beautiful in winter!

The field stretched on its back, near the horizon,

and the trees stopped running from the winter wind ...

My nostrils tremble

and no scent

and no breeze

only the distant, icy smell

of the suns.

How transparent your hands are in winter!

And no one passes -

only the white suns revolve in quiet worship.

and the thought spreads in circles

ringing the trees

in twos

in fours.

From the book "Bas-Relief with Heroes"english translation by Thomas Carlson and Vasile Poenaru.

I've posted this poem because winter is back and I've remembered it from a past life. The snap is the Black Sea sometime in February when we had really low temperatures...One of those terrible cold days I chose to walk back from work for about 4 kilometers in the snow, through a park and the silence there should be enough for yet some time. It's only the "snow of the lambs", this snow in March, as the elderly say...This year I've got no rush to breathe spring. Winter's good.