A Morning Of The Winter Version

The storekeeper arrives.

In this silence of warm crystal morning

A key unlocks a store door

Struggling through everything absolutely frozen

With only a small sound of cling.

When the door is flung opened

There’s a sound of the bells.

That is how the awe of last night

Is shattered into pieces of light.

And then I see another world of

What was tomorrow of yesterday.

The unmoving air

Make trees stay even darker.

Birds constantly sing,

But without flapping their wings.

In this vacuumed atmosphere

The sun rays penetrate through every sound molecule

And glorify the gleam to the new extremes.

And then I stay silent;

I do not wish to shatter further

The already cracked moment.

With a blow of a breath

I could make a butterfly fly.

I let the touch of my finger tip

Wake the dormant leaf.