sunnuntai 19. maaliskuuta 2023

ON THE SEVENTY-EIGHT DAY OF THE YEAR

There is a lot of snow atop the cold,
frozen earth, and there are a lot of days
to go until the cold and rainy spring,
and many a night like this, when
the wind has calmed and the night
is a silence of snow falling on snow.
Many a dark night, many a gloomy day,
until the cold and rainy spring,
when all this snow will flow as water,
and night is imprinted with the soft
sound of the water running in ditches.

19.03.2023


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