The day after the snow

It was the day after the snow. Bright blue skies. Fresh dust-like snow rapidly melting as the day advanced. Fluffy snow patches hanged from the twigs, making it all look like a dry and ready to be picked mid-summer cotton field, somewhere in the upper Galilee. The creek stumbled over rocks and ice, rushing away, … Continue reading The day after the snow


I met you, winter.

I met you, winter, at the end of all seasons. I learned your truthful taste and knew, that all my cold seasons were but sweet colorful patches of Anemone flowers and Cyclamens hiding beneath the mountain rocks. You were real, and I can call you mine, having walked the stormy days and frozen nights of … Continue reading I met you, winter.