The world is not vile today

It’s white!

I’m one of those persons who wakes up the entire house when it snows and then stares through the window at the ashen sky, for the better part of the morning, mesmerized by the uneven fall of the flakes.

So, when it started snowing this morning I fluffed myself up and went out to my rendezvous with the goddess Chione. I had been waiting for her.  Her frosty hands set white doves free and their feathers spread crouched hope everywhere. I let it fall in my gloved hands and unfolded it with a hot breath. I was being seduced in a dance of her own, sole understanding, with flakes falling in heretical spirals. I never refuse a dance.

Life is not a fairytale. But no one said you can’t make it your own fairytale, even for a day, a moment or a second. I do not believe in love. That’s a lie. I love life, I love Chione and I offer them and myself a gift:

A Winter Eden  By Robert Lee Frost

A winter garden in an alder swamp, Where conies now come out to sun and romp, As near a paradise as it can be And not melt snow or start a dormant tree.  It lifts existence on a plane of snow One level higher than the earth below, One level nearer heaven overhead, And last year’s berries shining scarlet red. It lifts a gaunt luxuriating beast Where he can stretch and hold his highest feat On some wild apple tree’s young tender bark, What well may prove the year’s high girdle mark. So near to paradise all pairing ends: Here loveless birds now flock as winter friends, Content with bud-inspecting. They presume To say which buds are leaf and which are bloom. A feather-hammer gives a double knock. This Eden day is done at two o’clock. An hour of winter day might seem too short To make it worth life’s while to wake and sport.

 

 

O zi

Si-mi venea sa tip, sa trezesc pe toata lumea, dar nu stiam ca ei erau deja treziti. Am deschis geamul larg, briza diminetii parca imi taiase obrazul cu raceala ei, dar tot ce puteam vedea era cum zapada cadea nestingherita. Ma asemanam unui copil, imi simteam inima cum radia de fericire si eram fericita. Dar totusi…ma intrebam daca si el, de undeva, pe un pervaz ruginit, privea cum fulgii rastigneau vaduhul.