Although the snow lies deep around us 

I feel an intense happiness 

We are in a summer meadow 

You are lying naked next to me 

Voltaire’s 

Lettres philosophiques 

Covers your modesty 

As there are those 

Who would lust after you 

I am writing to my

English Friends 

How elegant they are

The Hoar Frost 

Haunts the Trees 

With its infinite feathers of reality 

It is time for you to turn around 

As I do not want you to burn  

Sweet Felicity