Peretz Opochinsky: Winter
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!