a la lumiere d'hiver...

a winter evening... sometimes space
seems like a panelled room,
blue curtains darkening,
the fire flickering out
while a cold lamp
of snow shines against the wall.

or is it the moon already rising
cleansed of her dust
and the breath of our mouths?

philippe jaccottet, from winter light, 1977
image: 1910 snapshot of train in snow, negative

with quiet breath...

they listen
with quiet breath
to the snow,
to the trees
(distant and barely there),
to the wind, lightly,
to the small electric sound coming through the headphones
and the radio,
to each other,
and then they disappear,
together.