Winter is working us now
the subtle air holds
a hint of snow
and we are captured
by an irresistible gravity
that demands
sleep and disengagement
Bear
torn between hunger and sleep
feels it too
heaviness moves her slowly
toward a somnolence
that encloses
and holds for us
the promise of another Spring
there is an easy winter in your ways
that is cool
and sometimes removed
a careful smile
that holds in it
a hint of hidden movement
stirring in the languid earth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
tho the sow may fall, soon enough the birds shall sing, the trees shall again grow tall, when the frost turns into spring.