Improvisations Light And Snow 04

On the day when my uncle and I drove to the cemetery,

Rain rattled on the roof of the carriage;

And talkng constrainedly of this and

We refrained from looking at the child’s coffin on the seat before us.

When we reached the

We found that the thin snow on the

Was already transparent with rain;

And boards had been laid upon

That we might walk without wetting our feet.