The shadow wet mirror now covered with clear purity,
because yesterday was the first snow and gray colored Cold white.
But every thought in us and in our lungs
heat is the winter air like ice.
And every bare tree, one day to be mourned as heavy foliage,
is now covered with soft gentle, tender flakes, white
happy and strong, he is highly exalted,
sees in him any evidence of it.
No thought goes to worry
are distracted by all the noise, because only in the winter we
spür'n
us in this delicate inn're heat.
(November 27, 2010)
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