take the time

solitude

even nature

take the time to grow

clarity

cloudy

in every breath I take

the clarity of moment

the snowy marshmallow are

melting on my lips

abode

Nature subside 
In the neck of the woods
my abode

Dare

Secret of colors

under white blanket

winter stairway

dare to ascend blue sky

dive in majestical plain

Spirit of the winter

Spirit of the winter

by my door

thankfully accepting

seasons' shift

come back to earth

leaves come back to earth -

more colors, more choices before

solitude of winter

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I thought of moving fast...

by Nick Simonson

I thought of moving fast

in fact I did

for my andante

ignoring the truth

of solar plexus

settling for double

farce

hiding the

wounds & epiphany

songs

under the rain of

seasons

deleted ‘sales’, ’bath & beyond’,

‘realage’, ‘samples & sounds’…

I’m open to white snow gush

feeding me wisely its story

of curious hunters

flashing desires

to devour the pheasant…

where…what a…why…

while everything – white...

 

Snow returns

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                       Chilly, even birds

                    hiding in a pine tree needle clutch

                    cheeping shyly

                     echoing between newborn

                    white bloomed bushes

                    happy school kids' noise

                   snow returns...

                    soft as a baby kiss

                   showering my path

                   memory of falls

                   snow balls, the flakes & letters

                   gusty wind brought back

                   coughing, - the Santa -

                   I've recognized him-

                   tired man

                   clearing  snowy gifts

                   no robe, swaying old-man's walk

                   at his back yard

                   shoveling...

                   the sorrow 

                    bright & timeless

                  a new-year hope

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Winter nudge

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December slip-throw

slowly

sleet into slit

of my sanity

the old tires  - in a trunk

the notches are low,

though weight is fine

for balance show

it saved me while turned

as a dancing car/cow,

pursuing the will,

crouched in a line

‘whenever you go –

take your time’, -

radio 88.5 fm says, -

‘but better – stay home…’
winter calamity. 

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Winter Solstice 2012

		Short day. So bright. Closed blinds. The sun's so high between the lines, meridians at North Hemisphere here, my skin gets dry, I feel a thirst of all cells, squeezed to smile and enjoy new makeover... defragmented... the small bits, stuck behind a diaphragm, knock in my heart - lower back pain, inner child cry, being archived, now released... under the skin new DNA crystal grid been activated - the flower of Life... now, ready to fly, hitching to rising sun my sled... riding with the natural course of events in New Era!

Too much snow...

	Mild cold,  should the weather has excuses... snowfall forecast as accurate as Maya's data! Winter vigorously introduces new snowflakes design by divine author.   Pine trees - boasters,          stretching prickly twigs, strew the white invite to crows, pointing to snow decor antiques, wrapped in a cozy winter clusters.   Too much snow, piled up by the wind, cars're snow-bound, dreaming of new winter tires, slightly drifting as if boats at the piers at the boulevard of false believes, gone in eternity the happy trials...

Lel's song

Animated film "Snow Maiden" based on the play by Alexander Ostrovsky to the music of Rimsky-Korsakov, processed by L.Shvarts. 
The Snow Maiden - the daughter of Father Frost and Beauty Spring . Her icy heart has never was in charge of simple human pleasures, never knew love before she met Lel. His love and warmth gave the girl  the wealth of the world, melted the heart of cold beauty.
Below is my translation of The third song of Lel from the opera "Snow Maiden"

Cloud with thunder were conspiring: 'You rattle, thunder, and I'll pour the rain, sparkle the ground with spring rain, that's how flowers will rejoice, the girls come out to pick berries, followed their fellows, boyfriends' Lehl, my Lehl, my Lely, Lely, Lely, Lel. In a grove young ladies all scattered apart, who - in the bushes, and who're for firs. They took berries, halloo to one another, one girl suddenly is disappeared... All girls're crying: 'Has the girl been  eaten by a wolf?' Lehl, my Lehl, my Lely, Lely, Lely, Lel. On their way girls met the stranger, strange old stranger, very strange old man: 'Girls, are you stupid, are you crazy at all? What kind of profits're your halloo to  one another? What a joy to her to respond? You would fumbled in the bushes...' Lehl, my Lehl, my Lely, Lely, Lely, Lel.

Grandpa Frost and The Crow

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		When comes in winter grandpa Frost - he plays the game of "frozen toes" ! Please, insulate the body, soul or cease to feel them soon at all. No one in state resists the Frost bird tried to resent, and ...lost, its broken voice from frozen twig has sounded like strangled squeak. Frost push the trees - they rock with crunch, and dropping snow dust at the patch, where trembling squirrels passing by, imagined snowball storm up high. The drivers on the roads yield, with effort holding steering wheel to keep upright it straight they strive, when slippery - who wants to drive! And suddenly - sarcastic laugh: the crow's broke in winter life. Uplifted, blessed my whole day with frosty windy winter stay!

Afternoon strut

		Midst of afternoon walking spree posing dazzling sun - at the top of tree angels greet with signature sky under feather layers I feel high Fresh uplifting air touch my cheeks while I drink refreshing oxygen mix angel's smile's teasing in the twigs of tree noticing the time - 3:33 Light and sturdy midst  of afternoon strut strive to take a new venture rout...

Wintery moonlight

Snow is whirling

Outside -

Night

Milky Way unfolds

white invite -

Light

I would like to break

into your world:

whistle as a wind,

glow as a light,

be the seat on sleigh,

comforted along the way...

Swaying on the swing,

touched by butterfly wing,

wintery moonlight

Misty view

Breathing the mists and perfume

a maiden, caught in a silk

in misty window moves.

Glowing with mystical light

archway on her forehead,

the bracelet, elastic silk.

Looking for transparent veil

by strong intimacy shocked,

I slowly float away...

The image sways in my mind:

her grounded brown eyes

are blooming on distant shore...

The treasure lies in my heart,

the key is entrusted

only to me.