for my brother

I

The Sun runs whichever round around the house.

The Time gradually shortens the distance.

As the house went smaller,

We moved in the warmest of our rooms.

The self-righteous air of the season

Got all the summer cookies eaten

And sipped all the honey

From the whiteblossom nettles.

The window took for himself the sport shoes

 dropped by the Sun

II

You know by which side i stand

Even if it’s dark and the eyes closed

You say:

Love - it is when your hands

does not yell at nights.

If you stop shouting out loud

You’ll hear as the light

Touches the birches