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,
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!.. 😉