Winter-shrouded wooded ground - bitterly cold -
plodding snowed over paths.


Whirling snow kisses. Helping me live.


Cutting in - setting traces in time -
hearing a frozen to death stone rapture.


Sensing emotions colden.


Future now stands here in the trace-meeting -
knowing the inner in your voice - in our two parts:

Let me become the most beautiful spring-freed leaf you’ve seen.