Peretz Opochinsky: Winter


Winter
by Peretz Opochinski

Something leaps up in my heart:
awareness of a sound that’s strange!
a flash from distant dreamland
touches my tired brow.
A white sea rests on holiday
The world breast offers clarity:
silence is passed from tree to tree,
caressing the lap of snow.
Enchanted, slivery-the forest
unfurls a childish joy –
I walk intoxicated thrust open wide
to my royal bridal world!

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