First Snow Fall

On a cold wet and newly white day

the juice of life pulls in,

in and away


I sit down with a list of things to do

but my mind, lips, and fingers

have all turned blue


sorrows of summer's death

no more autumn fire


I take a deep deep breath

to re-heat this desire


If wild dreams should perish

in the claws of ice and cold


Then every colour I will cherish

and every feeling I shall hold


Our syrup is frozen

Our eyes are cast down


But life blood flows in

hidden veins underground



***Painting by Maja Ruznic***