Smitten days lie arround the whole room
Squashed, useless days
Like

Walking away from a crowded place with fresh snow on the ground making
This crunchy sound everybody loves so much
Monotone hum

Dipping
Sounds yield to stillness
The bouquet of springflowers

Enfolds the barrel

Parable, shamelessly undiscreet

Manic laughter, stars, severe cold