Prodigy Poem by Belquis Barés

Nature delivered me a beautiful gift:
The lawn, covered in a snowy cloak,
Adorns with little clouds the tree
Without leaves, so sadly left behind.

He remains drawn in delight
Opposite my fascinated senses:
In the air, your sigh, hot steam
That I quickly catch in my hands.

For the magic of this white landscape,
The intangible thing to touch, the purpose, I have managed:
To feel your heart in love,
Now waves between my cold hands.