- as a Kiss in my Ear. . .
There is a white sky sailing down here,
a mist of a thousand
small ice flowers in swirling orbits.
They were born somewhere in the blue β.
As white and thronging Crowds,
who flees, pursued by a Cold,
but come full of festivity.
Look, I'm in the middle of the dance,
The ballet that steps into the room.
I feel that the City and the Day
has removed itself, seems silenced. . .
Although the snowdrifts Whirl and swirls
and the steps seem wild to me,
The dance is wonderfully quiet.
Only the Wind, throwing its melancholic chatter
its whirring in breathy beats,
its World of pure white ice flowers
around a buried Observer β,
Provides the Music for the Dance,
a Murmur that I can only hear -
It lives as a kiss in my ear. .
TsL 2024
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