Józef Baran

FIRST SNOW IS FALLING


first snow is falling
and raises the quiet music of childhood
to heaven
I think about first things
I will never do again
about times clear as a spring
that are already behind me
I try to remember
their juicy taste and smell
first snow is falling
I stand at the window
feeling old

Translated from Polish by Aniela & Jerzy Gregorek

Poland