You are so beautiful in winter! <br />The field stretched on its back, near the horizon, <br />and the trees stopped running from the winter wind... <br />My nostrils tremble <br />and no scent <br />and no breeze <br />only the distant, icy smell <br />of the suns. <br />How transparent your hands are in winter! <br />And no one passes - <br />only the white suns revolve in quiet worship. <br />and the thought spreads in circles <br />ringing the trees <br />in twos <br />in fours.<br /><br />Nichita Stanescu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-song-6/
