נפתלי פרימור, שירתי

The wind Factor

A frozen lake among frozen meadows in between frozen birch trees
Frozen cold
With the wind factor
The cold holds its grip at -32 degrees
In its center a school of birds
Swans ducks and grebes
Last time that I watched them
They were swimming and diving
Now they are still holding on a single leg
The flock looks as taken out
But I said: It's the bird's way
I returned on the next day
The wind mercilessly drilled in my face
I came close to the birds
They're all frozen dead
Some upside down, others on their sides
The wind kept blowing with no sign of sorrows
The factor was not on the bird's side.

March 17, 2012