by Dorothea Barth ©2009
First draft completed 11/25/2009. Inspired by practicing Tchaikovsky's Symphony No. 1, Winter Daydreams
Too soon the mournful tune has passed
Chromatics trot at perilous pace
They leap and bolt, evading grasp
As hands extend, relentless race
Eyes shift to follow notes' escape
Sideways their orchestral glance
To capture what is not yet lost
And give the music its best chance
Quite suddenly the page transforms
The notes converge and flow downhill
And from the snow-swept taiga woods
A horse bursts forth and then stands still
"Behold the Russian winter
Behold the frozen ground
Behold the lonely silence
Behold the hidden sound
See the Russian winter
Its vastness and its glow
Dig beneath the Arctic snow
Find sustenance below
Feel the Russian winter
Siberian cranes have flown
Breathe the vapors of what was
In centuries unknown
Hear the Russian winter
The larch tree sighs and pounds
Enter songful cabin where
Camaraderie abounds
Taste the Russian winter
And savor now the shchi
Raise a glass of honeyed brew
And bid the winter flee"
A toss of mane, a storm of hooves
White winter's horse has fled
The symphony is surging
What new themes lie ahead?
The fingers feeling fleeter
There's no more need to count
The horse of winter shimmers
As I embrace the sound
Image Copyright Terekhov Igor, 2009
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