(29.07.1959. / Tbilisi)

The Winter’s In Full Bloom

The winter’s still
In full bloom,
And I’m turned
Into a tiny thing,
So that I’m not seen…

It so nice
To sit on the
Grief-colored stone,
And, like a gossip,
To watch the passers-by…

by Tsira Gogeshvili

Comments (2)

Not seen but captivated by your audience thankyou for sharing Chris x
'Grief -coloured stone' - this line captures the grey, emptiness of winter, whilst the narrator is happy to be enveloped by its full bloom - content to just be...the stark imagery resounds. justine.