Winter

Im Baum - In the Tree 36 x 52 cm

WINTER TO THE CORE

Located in the deeps of cold fog and snow drifts  

is a museum in which a sun burned meadow by Monet   

hangs in a heat haze of July or August, young ladies   

in long gloves underneath parasols, and

across the room is a Renoir girl—

hands red, 

roughened by work—

the liquid green light of oak and chestnut leaves

surrounding but not touching her as she lingers on a porch,

the look of resignation on her face so consummate….

But who can get there? The wind comes clawing 

icily out of Russia, as far away as the Steppes, an awful hint on its breath

of the Red Army shitfaced on bathtub vodka

freezing the will, leaving it ravished and half consumed 

half way to the bus stop. All that’s left as the snow and ice swirl

by is the birthday call to a close friend who could just kill you for “reminding” her.

Winter - Vivaldi

performed by Julia Fischer