the snowfall

Transitions №4

Author: Ustin Dvinsky

Translated by Mark Wingrave

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the snowfall
made it clear
it’s ages since we left
white muffled light
snow like colour, snow like flight
of lace years, like a subtle aside
to the separation question
down to the trace
of swirling snowflakes
into the gap we left

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Smoke from stovepipes, paths to the stars,
flutes, vines, spooling into emptiness,
windpipe chambers, join swifts gliding in the sunset,
soot deposits settle on ever decreasing forests
and heat from hearths winds up to lofts, gaps,
and flight plumes, in the memories of climes.