Nadezda Vashkevich
Nadezda Vashkevich
***
The snow stands still in the air,
but the asphalt’s dark and cold -
does that mean there’s no snow ?
only my thoughts drifting away
back to the sky,
back to the night.
The moon shines bright,
the Vesper is rising.
Dreams unrepeatable,
irreversible as celestial orbits.
Only that snow that drifts
backwards
building bridges to the past
far away from bitumen darkness.
5 th February 2015
***
abandon metaphors - those idle
rafters
it’s time for autumn with its rain
the life has stopped awhile the running
of its film framing and come back
to words
let’s get a book or an umbrella
to hide us from the eyes and winds
let’s live to no effect
and boil a kettle twenty times a day
until the threshold
gets swollen by the mist
no roads as far as one can see
rain autumn whisper over night
25 th of November 2014
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