It comes from under the door
from far, driven by the wind
What it is? That’s waiting out there.
Nochrisis
snow
Day 1057, a new track.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A road, lost in a vast landscape, under just fallen snow.
On a morning where the world still sleeps,
and an early sun draws shadows on the hills.
I see this all, smell the cold air, and walk in careful silence towards my destination,
where a white shroud is brushed away in thoughtful patterns.
The night is gone, we role forwards to make a new track and find soil.
Nochrisis
Lonely in the snow.
., My thoughts
First time this year we are snowed in. There was not so mush snowfall, but it was storming and the road to my house has at some places almost a meter snow blown on it after it was plowed yesterday.
Living isolated is a nice complement to my inner isolation, like on an island in my mind.
Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better. Henry Rollins
Day 1038, winter snow.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
The mid-winter sun
following time slowly up
melting winter snow.
Nochrisis
Day 1036, habit.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
Nochrisis 