Written On a Snowy Day

Come on, O missed- one! And sit by me in this snow. Let’s imagine How it will be there In the vale, We teacher- colleagues had a two-day trip That year, in that fair midsummer. That ways Amidst the gloomy jungles Beneath the soaring cedars— Old wild crows caw, And mother-monkeys feed their babies On gigantic rocks. Over the craggy peaks— Touching the skies. Along the slippery stony narrow paths— Heart beats high And head sweats. Children- giants snow-fighting And their big- breasted long haired mother is bathing naked In the icy brook And their frightening father(often laughs in pride or in anger-- as in storm thunder) is cooking on fire The hunted hare.