Saturday, December 22, 2018

Last Light


December by the Lake



The Pinetree bend his entire porcelain

In thousands of bells.

The forgotten geisha – the always white last goddess in the heavy snow,

Skating

And singing,



The long winter night shakes the flakes,

Her shoulders,

Her eyes

Light the forest – newborn Lord star.


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