Nest of Vipers
'Twas early spring.
When I got out to smell.
Wood, flowers, amidst melting snow.
Last ice, early birds and all.
Saw cranes, sparrows and swans.
Arriving by group and flock.
With the mourning wind.
Warmth of sun, to end the winter-chill.
Darkness, of heart.
It often seeded and brought.
So I went, a walk.
Within the woods.
Alone, for a while.
I wanted.
To witness, taste.
Smell it all!
Gladly climbed, jumped.
Ran and frolicked about.
Arrived at an opening.
Clearing, in the woods...
Marked by sun.
Early melt.
Crowned with crystals.
Springs, of ice.
Thither, I wandered.
Jumped!
From tree-stump.
To another.
Until the midst of it.
I had reached.
There stood.
On a pointed rock.
Witnessed the first rays of spring.
New summer, of laugh and grin.
Then turned my eyes down.
Cast my gaze, upon the ground!
Horror came thence! ! !
It seeped into.
Withered, my heart.
For into a nest of vipers.
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poem by Ilari Rahja
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