Orfélia - Baba Marta (feat. Tiago Saga)

On the last day of March, the sky mirrors our moods
A collective humph, as we loll and look forward to
Weeks, months, years of this shit. Suddenly
Beyond the panes of glass we see it

Snow

The first snow of the year after a fitful, dreamless winter
Bursts forth and falls fatter than any we've seen
As we - neighbors in Berlin - creep towards windows
And onto quiet Balkons. We reach out to feel ice
Melt against skin, and smile at each other
Across streets and phone screens

Her sleeping in the armchair
Me crying on the couch
One foot in front of the other
The only way we know how
We've done it before
We'll manage again
To get through the day
As best as we can

I think of the story from the east
Baba Marta shakes out her mattress
For spring-cleaning. The feathers falling
Are the last snow before spring
This thick white snow hangs
Above us, moonsome
Night's shepherdess guides
No matter where
We look up from

For one blessed hour
Snow falls over
Barren branches
Forgotten cobblestones
Pillowing the paths
Untouched

It anoints us
As we hold out our hands
Dream for a moment
We are together again

Her sleeping in the armchair
Me crying on the couch
One foot in front of the other
The only way we know how
We've done it before
We'll manage again
To get through the day
As best as we can

Written by:
Demi Anter

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