January cold.
January cold eventually sunny days
freezing empty moon light filled nights
wind coming from a distant tundra
carrying a faint smell
of broken marine ice
of buried resilient grass
of dormant flowers that maybe
will be there another year.
The preceding time
before renovation
but still far in the distance
in a long stretch of orbit
the ovoidal path around
the eternal atomic explosion
that visits us every day for half a day.
The wind also carries
the echo of the spell like sounds
of the chants of a norwegian girl
I imagine her dancing in the snow
in light clothing despite the sleet
that covers her white pink beautiful face.
In the horizon the mountain with a storm above
tells me weather is coming hard this way again.
Guess I should better take my heavier coat
my water resistant matches
an out of place Havana cigar
and a bottle of dark red wine…
Image: Snow White movie…?