Fairy-tale

I feel like winter,
I feel like a frozen stream,
A starless night, a heavy dream.
A lonely chapel on the top of a lonely hill.
An iceberg threatening
In the depths of a northern sea.

I feel like snow
Covering the clumps of helpless soil,
A naked arm of a barren tree.
A veil of mist dancing
Above the mountains
Like an absent-minded ghost.

Sometimes I wonder
Isn’t spring just a fairy-tale,
A legend told by our forefathers
To comfort our ancient woes and tears?

Kristína Uhlíková

foto: Ľuboš Mikolášik