The Thaw

The elephant snow is melting. Laugh long peals of laughter. The wife of snow is gone. Now the most silent woman in the world melts away. Little by little spring will come, a certain green angel in the streets. It comes with the mist and goes into the mist . . . the secret of everything . . . There are dreams in the thaw -- a stone opener who knows there is life in things that seem lifeless. The thaw is the true nature of the world, a forgetting, melting, forgiving, beginning again with a cloud child and the green grass girl in the hand of spring.