Winter Quotograph… and winter sun

 

 

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!.. 😉