The novice Winter once again
is weaving lace over the world.
My mind in pain, drawn to the cold,
is curious to find a cause.
My memory weeps at the mill.
God told me lulling on the path,
“A hermit destiny of prey
accept by letting in your life!”
No point in arguing, we are…
alike – the same off-scale deep depths,
among the other passers-by,
He, as before, is still alone.
Some were offended, when I cried
back from my shoulder to Him,
“We haven’t seen each other, God,
for ages! Come at least for tea!
We’ll decorate the Christmas tree.
While hanging stars on it up-down,
You’ll get for me a snow needle
and pass the silver ball of dreams.
We’ll heal the soul, just patching up,
and master easily the path!
It’s late to live apart... Tonight,
sweet bagels wait for You for tea...”
November 2007
Чай с баранками. Tea with bagels
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