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Serene Light - Mar-Apr 2006 Edition
Snowgiggles
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| By Dorothee Lang |
They smiled at me innocently, dressed all in white. Their heads bowed,
as if they had no idea how beautiful they are, and how brave. As if it
was just coincidence that they were still alive. But maybe it's exactly
that softness of soul and oblivion of obstacles that carries them
through the long dark nights and the chilling mornings, that lets them
twinkle to the sun while all their sisters are only dreaming of the sky.
This morning, when I saw the ice-flowers on the kitchen window, the
white glaze on all the roofs, I really was worried about them. I
thought about bringing them a cup of hot tea, or an extra-blanket - but
in their world, these things don't exist. so I just put on my sweater
and boots and made my way through the frozen garden, to hand out some
warm words of comfort.
Yet again, I worried for no reason. They weren't lonely and lost, the
birds were already there, flying loops and chirping songs for them. As
I came closer I could hear the soft ring of their little bells, and for
a moment I even thought I could hear them giggle. I stood there, amazed
by their cheerfulness, by the way they easily captivate the snow and
play hide and seek with the winter. I guess I will never comprehend how
they can make their way through the icy soil with bare feet, while I
don't even get out of my bed without woollen socks.
'Snowdrops' they named themselves in England and America, but here in
Germany, they rather want to be called 'Schneeglöckchen' - 'little
bells of snow'. And I guess that's exactly what they do: ringing their
small bells to call the birds, to chase the winter away, and to wake up
their sisters, the elegant and sensitive ones, the ones that come in
fancy dresses and are cut and put in vases.
Standing there in the cold, I wondered if they ever wish to be like
them, with colours and all. They didn't answer that question, just
smiled their innocent smile again, but as I turned and walked back
through the frozen garden to my warm kitchen and my hot tea, I could
swear I heard them giggle again.
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Dorothee Lang ...
Dorothee Lang is a German writer and net artist. She is author of
Masala Moments, a travel novel about India, and editor of the
BluePrintReview, an online journal of unintended prose and poetry. Her
work has recently appeared in The Mississippi Review, Pindeldyboz, Word
Riot, Hobart and eclectica, among others.
To see some of her latest pieces, visit her virtual gallery at www.blueprint21.de
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