White…
Tiny little white things
Falling down from the sky
Covering the brown soil and the sleeping trees
Like rain, feels like a blessing for the earth
In a crowdedness, many…
Leaving the feelings, entangled by the flying snow
Here and there…
The blue sky is covered, as if, by a mist
Presenting the scenes of mystery
The eyes couldn’t bare enough to see, how the sun is shining
covered by the thick cloud up above,
though he might be shy this time…
I look upon the paths in front of me,
and the ground,
Everyone is in the house
A warm house, with warm people, with warm heart,
Sipping a coffee or a hot chocolate milk
Enjoying every minute of conversation
Browsing…
Reading books, or writing a meaningful poem,
Making cookies,
Telling stories to children
or, sleeping, killing times…
Far from a far, that sounds begin to appear
I hear them slowly in a distance,
Na na na…
La la la…
With melody and tones that I couldn’t recognize,
Feeling like every bit of snow is singing,
Reminding me of something
Unknown, but real…
The sounds of every snow, sparkling in its own,
touching the ground,
Animals, Winds, Trees, Soils,
Everything…
Dancing together, performing the Music
of the White Winter
And Cold, with Severe Mode,
but,
Lovely to See…
For a person who never sees any snow
Soon, the music will change
In every beat
With the same sounds of nature,
Na na na…
La la la…
to Welcome the beauty of the Spring season
all year around…
again, and again
Until you
will leave all these seasons for someone new
Praying for you, in your Solitude
of the Never Ending Days, in the Hereafter
(Cougar Village, Edwardsville, Apt. 2A, Illinois, USA)
