Monday, December 10, 2007

WARMTH OF WINTER

“As soon go kindle fire with snow\ As seek to quench the fire of love with words.”~ William Shakespeare, "Two Gentlemen of Verona"

Winter has set off…

And the golden leaves of fall have fallen down. The first snow has scattered all over the ground turning the surface into a clean white….

The chilly breeze had touched every cheeks and every breath is coupled by a foggy smoke…

The sun has been shy to manifest its rays giving way to the gloomy dim sky of winter.

…or a freezing hands in the middle of long walk….

But then again….

…it does not suffice…

… to kill a furnace that brings a certain kind of warmth…. no mater how cold this season can bring …no matter how gloomy the sound of the breeze in the air whispers in the ear still there is a comforting embrace of warmth

….like a hot coffee in the morning …or a breath of cigarette in mid day…or a hot nice bath at night before going to bed.

The warmth of winter...

…. from a small furnace of a log ….a simple hi….a touch of a hand….a pat in the shoulders….the stare of a piercing eye…a dinner for two and a kiss goodnight …

To a fire setting off its course in the middle of snowy night….

The whispers of nothing … a faint smile turning into laughter…. an expression in the face… a sip of wine…a sweet scent of cologne….

…..an understanding amidst the long breaks of silence… then turns into a pact….


Can bring the furnace to flame into a blaze….

…feeling the rays of the bold sun again stinging in the skin…..a hot sun bath in the middle of the beach….big bone fire that cannot be put off….

….the fog seems to disappear….the whispers become as loud as a jazz music soothing in the ear….every crystal snow melts before it reaches the ground……

...CLEARING THE ICE WITH FIRE

3 comments:

marcello said...

la città si veste di bianco..solo un'istante..ma profondo come i ricordi di un'infanzia..
ciao

Lorêny Portugal said...

"The warmth of winter...

…. from a small furnace of a log ….a simple hi….a touch of a hand….a pat in the shoulders….the stare of a piercing eye…a dinner for two and a kiss goodnight …"

Very beautiful words take us to trip for soul windows... kisses from Brazil...

Lorene

truewonder said...

Oh my gosh, how did I miss this before?? My dear, you are beyond me, us here...aren't you? What your friend said "to trip for soul windows..." mere words cannot convey, I took for granted that one had to see in another one's eyes to see the soul truly there...boy oh boy was I off the mark. Have I told you lately, merci'!!
true wonder, you.