Winter Trance

The puddles jump and jive
Reflected
In the weak city lights
Twinkling
Blinking
Like tired eyes
After a long days’ labour
The exhausted winter
Cannot
The value
Of this gift
Treasured

Concentric circles live for seconds
Vibrating
Disappearing in the dark soil
Soft
Savouring
Like revived dreams
After a long sleepless nights
Imaginable
The significance
Of this interlude
Understood

Little pools shine like broken glass
Vacant
Capturing lost souls
Gentle
Enabling
Waking at the break of day
Barefoot in the sun play
Childhood rules abandoned
The importance
Of this witness
Assuaged

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-02-22