from black forest, germany


freudenstadt, 01.12.12

in the last minutes of dusk
we wander out -
satisfying out senses with
the soft crunch of white underfoot,
in the powdery ice on our tongues, melting,
the quiet bird-less whispers
of around us,
trees so black
and cream frosted,
fingers freezing,
babe humming -
lovers, us,
laughing -
winter is here
and we are celebrating
the white mysteries,
cool covering,
foreign,
frozen-benched,
snowballing...