The first snow in her golden strands
He left at t’early evening,
Said:
\"That’s business. Do not wait…”
The first snow was falling.
i’m The street was white and white.
From t’girl that was at the kiosk
He asked for a glass of wine.
“Business…”, he repeated mentally, -
And this fault isn’t mine.”
But he called from the little square:
\"Are you sleeping yet?
- \"No I\'m not sleeping yet.
- “Are you awake? What are you doing there?
Answered:
\"I love, my sweet !”
...He came back at t’late morning,
About twelve o\'clock,
And looked around the opening:
It\'s like being in the forest fog,
In the forest where the branches are black,
And black trunks in the forest,
And all the curtains are black,
And black every corners ,
And the chairs are black and brown -
They crowded , silent around...
She bowed her head musingly,
And he suddenly saw:
Perhaps that she herself
Still doesn\'t want to know
Where is warm gold hairs
Now took whitish strand!
He touched this cute
Now he is forever
And he realized
Whose gold he paid
For his overnight stay.
She asked:
\"What is this, Honey?”
He said:
\"The First your snow!\"