Arhive etichetă | frozen

Winter Quotograph… and winter sun

 

the universe... looking at itself in the frozen mirror

 

Lungi degete de gheață ating aerul rece,

și iarna-n soare zboară,
respiră
și-apoi trece…

 

Long fingers made of ice that touch the frozen air,

and winter treads on sun,
it breathes,
and  disappears…

Note the quote… (special edition)

 

“I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.”
D.H. Lawrence, Complete Poems of D. H. Lawrence

 

Wait, wait, ..don’t fly away! For another, more playful, perspective fly over here.
Enjoy the chirrup!.. 😉