November
At the window I watch
the treetop twigs
nervously scratch
at the sky’s belly.
They would tease out the snow
to bury the grasses
that rattle like bones
as the wind passes.
Letters on my table
wait for my answers.
I’ll answer them later.
The kettle whistles
the water is ready
to embrace the tea.
I let it whistle.
The telephone jangles.
I let the recorder
pick up the message.
I want to see
the first flakes fall.
First Snow -- Leonid Afremov
At the window I watch
the treetop twigs
nervously scratch
at the sky’s belly.
They would tease out the snow
to bury the grasses
that rattle like bones
as the wind passes.
Letters on my table
wait for my answers.
I’ll answer them later.
The kettle whistles
the water is ready
to embrace the tea.
I let it whistle.
The telephone jangles.
I let the recorder
pick up the message.
I want to see
the first flakes fall.
First Snow -- Leonid Afremov
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