February turns in quiet sunsets
tired houses and streets.
And he swallows stars into tiny morsels,
and the Moon is just a dreamless one.
Trails quenched into the trees
with their breath warmed them to sleep.
Boots frozen between seasons,
takes a sign for a long way.
Then arrange the cleanest clouds ...
He prays in the morning to rain.
... and collect shells from escaped snails
the Martha necklace to create.
But his dreams froze on the expanse ...
Hope is up to a bone.
And with her in her last mortal cry,
snowflakes turn into people.
Goodbye and Kisses ...