No Snow in December


When the gaze is filled with grey-coloured dawn
And anticipation,
When broad, stone swords pierce the soul
In this foreign land
When the heart, heavy with endless silence
Seeks expectation, my gaze turns
To familiar places, my own,
And strives to anchor itself
Away from the lacunae of December.
It is then that slowly, timidly, the memories take me,
Transporting me to the beaches of my homeland,
To the beautiful years, the years of my childhood,
At the Anemones of my Venetian Castle.
To the pine needles of the Forest,
Garlands, I weaved as a child.
There, where I, as a twelve year-old girl,
A shy, seventeen year-old, boy
Was serenading me: “If I were a God,
I’d give you a heart to love me”
And I make my journey and hold my memorials,
A Tribute to my carefree years.
How can the soul accept, without rebelling
here where it lives:
No Snow in December.
April, without poppies or Pohali’s
Kopeloules, cyclamens as they call them here.
Scentless and flashy,
How could they attain
The beauty of my little kopeloules?
My dejected thoughts always wander back there
Yet, the pendulum chimes indifferently
As it accompanies me in my loneliness.
I must leave:
The snow of my own December is melting.
Slowly, slowly, the journey and the memorial end.
The grey-coloured dawn brings me back,
Oh, Soul, you have not yet accepted
That you will remain here,
With no candle or holy lamp lit for you.

2 thoughts on “No Snow in December”

  1. Dear Dionysia,

    After reading your heart rending poem, I looked at photographs of Zakynthos on the internet. No wonder you pine for your homeland. What beauty! I can picture vividly the images you convey in your poem. Lovely writing.

    Kind regards, Gabrielle.

  2. Dear Gabrielle,
    Yes, Zakynthos, or Zante, as known in English, is a very beautiful island, however, one could rightly argue, that one’s birthplace, is the most beautiful on earth and that is an…objective opinion!
    Once again, I thank you for your kind words,
    Warm regards,

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