fragments(spring is early)

and there was silence…
two swans, white candles, glimmered
over the placid mirror of the lake. the wind
washed my face with the cool fragrance
of a freshly cut lemon, as I watched the grass grow,
the birds hatched from the eggs, as the fragments
of silence were falling through the intervals
of the birds songs….
spring is early this year.

© 2012 by Nina K Orlovskaya