Everything is light!
\nAs if creation was beginning.
\nThe flame of summer is buried
\nin the ashes of the snow.
\nThe cold has the faraway clarity
\nof a star.
\nI stare at my subdued city
\nas if Eden were sleeping.
\nNot yet born.
\nTreasures buried in inert
\ncaskets of earth.<\/p>\n
The wind dances on the snow.
\nI clap to the notes of absolute zero.
\nInside me is a dream
\nthat comes awake only
\nin the sensual warmth
\nof another world.
\nWhere this meridian is,
\nare the branches of chiaroscuro,
\nwithout the rainbows of the other.
\nWinter enfolds me
\nwith a peace only winter has
\nat the edge of its horizons.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Everything is light! As if creation was beginning. The flame of summer is buried in the ashes of the snow. The cold has the faraway…<\/p>\n