Christmas carols at the window

Leaning on the parapet

With a tuned voice

Filling the chest with air

Enchanted melody.

Sound echoes in space

Of old canteens

Tone on tone

One voice only.

Filling the void

The silence breaking

The body is no longer cold

Remains on low heat.

Chin up

Sweet and simple voice

Qualified the ear

Christmas carols at the window.

in Worldly Poetry, Mem-Martins (my secretary), Thursday, November 26, 2020, 6:19 am

Nonô (M.ª Leonor Costa)