thoughts flow,
on a fast icy path they
race through a d minor sigh.
and as the soft throbbing of
the hearts of pine and birch trees,
lay a background for this dance to play out,
the thoughts move faster and faster
a blizzard of memories mixing into each other
i do not know where they begin,
whether these are mine,
or only my turn to keep them.
or if this whirlwind of emotions
is nothing but an illusion
from a wintry concerto,
that toys with my mind.