Two foxes lying in the snow

Two foxes lying in the snow.

One saying to the other:

"You used to sound like Spring;

The drumming of your heart, with rhythm of it's own,

Like trickle of a stream,

that lays it's path amidst the thawing soil.

With hopefulness, excitement and turmoil,

Skipping a beat.

The smell of milk on you was fading,

Becoming musk of forest on your feet.

You used to sound like Summer;

Like rustling of the purple highland heather,

Soft pattering through orchards of the farmer,

That disappear into the field of foxtails.

You used to smell like thistles, like a stray bird feather,

Carried by gales...

You used to sound like Autumn;

Ferocious thunder tangled in your fur.

Like weariness of tempest in the day

You smelled like mudslide after downpour,

Over the fields and farms, and soggy sheaves of hay.

Like restless swallows crowning skies above us..

"You smell like Winter. Like the sleeping ice.

Like silver clouds of lead that blanket skies.

You sound like echo of a falling branch,

That mighty oak shed in the stillness of the night."

The fox got up and circled other twice:

"..Like soothing kiss of death-dealing foxglove

Like tranquil stars in winter skies above.."

The spring has come, the silver fox returned.

It circled twice the other fox's bones

"You smell of warmed by sunshine mossy earth.

You sound like birds, like Snowdrops, like rebirth,

Your calling, like the drum, is growing steady."

The fox lied by the bones and said:

"I'm ready"