WINTER LIGHT

What will I do

with this cold and pure

winter light

blinding me,

a creature of dusk and night?

White, blue and gold -

clear, deep colours

devoid of warmth,

devoid of the half-heard,

half-understood whispers of the dark.

In the bosom of the black night,

that long winter night

we are again small mammals

deep in our warm burrows

dreaming of the womb.

Here, in the light

cold and clear

we are a rock in swift

mountain stream

being sculpted.

The unforgiving purity

drawn from the vanishing glaciers

bathes us, moves us

with small movements downstream

from our high home.

03.03.2018