Day 2120, another view from my window.

Day's pictures, Poetry

The dark air stayed behind

when I closed the door

of the kitchen that already smelled

like the meal I will make

~

I opened the door

to the living room where the sun

still lit

a warmth that slowly left

cold glass

the earth turns

~

I stared at it

the colors that are left

without feeling

the motion

~

the smell from the kitchen

lured me away

I can soon sit down

and rest

inside

Day 2119, looking for.

Day's pictures, Poetry

I woke up

walking between white trees

and black branches

~

my new world was chaos

trees everywhere

but here

~

I fell backward

stumbled

it turned

~

I saw the rows

suddenly

and the trees

for the first time

~

disorder was just a misstep

and a turn

away

~

am I now afraid

to move

is that what I thought

just before I fell asleep

again

Day 2118, slowly.

Day's pictures, Poetry

When I stand in the forest

dark

staring at the sky

the tops of the trees sharp

outlined

against the blue

of the leftover day

~

I see the moon

slowly

moving

reassuring me

for another tomorrow

Day 2117, patiently.

Day's pictures, Poetry

The white edge

of the hill

separates the sunset

from the morning

~

the snow in the shadow

waits patiently

for the edge

Day 2116, another winter day.

The cold valley moved

with the shadows

the disappearing sun

left

to linger

~

the colors in the sky

where no longer

reflected

Day 2114, Drive.

Day's pictures, Poetry

The scenery was white

like on a grey day

~

it was not cold

but there was still snow

on some of the trees

~

and the sun just left

but did not forget

to set the tone

for the past day

~

I looked at it

for a moment

Day 2108, from my window 6.

Day's pictures, Poetry

Like a branch that finds its way

going where the sun is

in the evening

in de morning

tomorrow

only the sun

the light

justify

makes sense

looking down

to your branch

a past

your reason

a truth

a reach

for light

Day 2093, cynical.

Day's pictures, Poetry

The snow felt real

and I so green

but I was already fallen

staring upwards

waiting

to fall again

apart

from me

~

and the stars I see here at night

are from the past

they are no longer real

anymore

Day 2091, afar.

Day's pictures, Poetry

I stand afar

in front of these massive

black

ancient rocks

~

formed a billion years ago

it’s not their size

that makes me feel small

~

when it sheds its next rock

a cliff

into the valley below

loosened by cold and sun

~

we might all be long

gone

~

we are not even a cliff

an outlook

we are like the snow

that fell to low

on its slope

Day 2090, phases.

Day's pictures, Poetry

The water recedes

lured by the moon

~

I sit still

on a wet rock

one foot touches the water

~

there are no waves today

and I can see far

past the mountains in the distance

~

I think I will skip

from rock to rock

till the next phase

Day 2089, In the North.

I lived there

between the black mountains

and deep seas

the snow disappeared in the summer

and the winter took the sun

I don’t remember the clouds

like my dreams

I remember them slowly

floating away

formed as they were

around the peaks

of these black mountains

Day 2086, empty.

Day's pictures, Poetry

Maybe it was me

that you were so full of yourself

~

but after the party

I found you

on the ground

empty

in the dirt

Day 2085, hearing.

Day's pictures, Poetry

When I was young

I could be still

hearing

you

~

but

like now

I don’t remember

what you said to me

Day 2073, path.

Greece, 2014

There is nothing more beautiful

than seeing mountains on your path

~

climbing up after a vast view

wandering down on thin air

to the valley in shade

where the paths begins

Day 2067, valleys.

Day's pictures, Haiku

Delphi – Greece, 2014

Dark sloping edges

where the sun heats the valleys

and mist slowly moves

Day 2063, Farmland.

Day's pictures, Poetry

We cultivate our thoughts like the land we eat from.

But do we also rotate the seeds of our thoughts?

Or do we sow the same every spring?

Is there anything left in your soil?

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