Sergey Gerasimov

The Falling Snow is so Quiet

The falling snow is so quiet
that angels descend to the earth
in icy currents
and lie silently down,
falling to fluff.
The falling snow is so quiet
that the firmament becomes crumbly,
not firm at all.
It stretches its tender tentacles down,
reaching for your lips,
for your cheeks,
for the firm ground,
which is not firm either.
The falling snow is so quiet
that poplars are not poplars,
not gnarled things they used to be,
but shrinking rings of heavy forests
forged from tons of pure silver.
The falling snow is so quiet
that if you stop and strain to listen,
you’ll hear the sense
of everything
like someone could hear
the muffled creaking of oarlocks through the fog
without seeing either the boat or the oarsman.
And if you hold your breath
to be as quiet as the snowfall
you’ll probably hear wolves,
bears, and tigers
that wake up in the city zoo
and weep quietly,
looking at the falling snow…

Sergey Gerasimov is a Ukraine-based poet and writer. The largest book publishing companies in Russia, such as AST, Eksmo, and others have published his books. Among other things, he has studied psychology. He is the author of several academic articles on cognitive activity. His stories and poems written in English have appeared in Adbusters, Clarkesworld Magazine, Strange Horizons, J Journal, Triggerfish, and LandLocked Magazine, among others. His last book is “Oasis” published by Gypsy Shadow. The poetry he translated has been nominated for three Pushcart Prizes.