Sky Pomegranate Poem by fraidoon warasta

sky pomegranate
(an ode for the snowless winter)

it used to be
rhythmically spirited
and could cheer me up
playing around
beyond time zone and horizonbed
the snow flowers bursting at the backyard


this year I'm more jealous of snow leopard
jumping, rolling and playing in the snow
in those remote high snowy mountains,
but nature offers me other scenery to gaze at

alongside golden lines of cloudberg
the playful burst of sky pomegranate
another bloodshed
another sunset


it used to be spirited
however greta
does not know it
but a lynx does
it used to be different
generously tossing
its silver coins from time to time

it used to be that way
this spiritless winter
this snowless chill
devoid of sentiments

the flight of robin, too early
nesting in a naked tree
searching for daily bread
in a wormless ground

it used to be velvet white
this spiritless winter
this old grey stickless widow

snow
hopefully wouldn't become a myth
in books for posterity?
snow
oblivious to our desire
for playing and fun


the bloodshed has been
increasingly deepened
leaving its impermanence
on the snowless ground
sky bursting pomegranate
sinks dazzlingly in the rippling lake

nevertheless
on the roof for the little red squirrel
i keep tossing walnuts
foreseeing that the white velvets
touching my shoulders soon

fraidoon warasta
february 2020
limburg