Day 1422, grey.
With the greyness
of the year
slowness
of time
~
the silence
and calm
~
water
slowly freezes
clouds
moving backwards
~
this winter
is standing
still
Day 1327, frost.
A long
cold
Russian veil
touches our lands
ever so slightly
~
and for a few moments
this touch
highlights
last summer
Day 1280, in the distance.
The mountains
I see
far away
have new snow
on their peaks
in thin air
~
while the sun
still shines
~
they tell me
to gather wood
and warm the house
for the coming winter
Day 1091, different.
It started out as one, all the same
in time some told to go, change
falling to be replaced, worn down
still together in being, different.
Nochrisis
Day 1088, out there.
It comes from under the door
from far, driven by the wind
What it is? That’s waiting out there.
Nochrisis
Day 1082, Cold mountains.
Life, thinly spread out in the valleys of white mountains and dark soil.
The loneliness here is in its nature close when the silence takes you.
And the cold coming from the mountains gives you a harsh calm.
Nochrisis
Day 1057, a new track.
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
Day 1038, winter snow.
The mid-winter sun
following time slowly up
melting winter snow.
Nochrisis
Day 1037, Peril.
Trees, dark and waver,
for a gust is all it takes.
Peril, at lee side.
Nochrisis
Day 1036, habit.
The snow falls and forms
paths you follow by habit
a warm scarf is fine.
Day 1035, should do.
In a bare season
trees still lose their summer pride
as we all should do.
Day 1019, spring.
Cut off, fallen decaying leaf
colors fading into the grey
rain, midwinter receding
spring
Nochrisis
Day 1013, when it turns of.
The longest night just past
the bright outside light takes
the light away from shadows
when it turns off
Nochrisis
Day 1003, rise and reclaim.
Frozen, silver white crystalline leaf’s
Natures delicate sculptures
Waiting for a dark blue vastness
The sea, their mother to rise and reclaim.
Nochrisis
Day 978, where I walk.
