Snow falling
like Angel feathers
loneliness dripping from the trees,
so bare they are, so nude
waiting for the heaven’s dress
to adorn them with,
white and sparkling like a bride
it makes them proud
and keeps them warm,
how beautiful they are!
Lazy fields sleeping under white sheets,
mountains with silver caps
like my little house
under a fluffy hat… smiling…
Inside in my cosy mess,
I’m looking out at this crystal peace
busy dressing my own Christmas tree,
inside my heart,
sweeping away all hate and fear,
under the carpet, into a corner,
to be forgotten in the light
of all the candles I can find
Angel hair and red apples,
jewels of compassion,
fruit of forgiveness
for one day at least… I cage them
the crows in my head,
keep them quiet, turn them into doves…
to chatter sweet loving tunes
like the birds outside make us believe
when they pick my food,
their knowing eyes say “thank you”,
maybe their songs say it, too...


Sybille (Sydney) Krivenko 2006