I took the picture of today driving back from my first booster shot. I like the effect of the snow and the wet window I was taking my pictures through. Continue reading “Day 2124, science.”
Day 2124, science.
Day 2120, another view from my window.
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 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 2113, from my window 13
Lonely tree, besides an empty crossing.
Day 2108, from my window 6.
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 2106, from my window 4.
The sun sets around four here in Trondheim, and I could take this picture because I have a vacation and was sitting on my couch.
“When one loses the deep intimate relationship with nature, then temples, mosques and churches become important.”
Jiddu Krishnamurti
Day 2105, from my window 3.
I drive past the tree if I go to work, I drive past the red shed if I want to go to the city.
“Tradition becomes our security, and when the mind is secure it is in decay”.
Jiddu Krishnamurti
Day 2104, Christmas.
I wonder what the cows think of christmas….en the snow.
Day 2101, ice.
Ice on a car roof, put there one by one in all kinds of forms and shapes.
Day 1857, again.
The tracks from last year
in the field where I sowed
are still there
~
I would be stupid
not to follow them
again
this year
Day 1832, down stream.
Full of energy I streamed down to a sea, driven by a need to go.
Halfway my journey, a cold eastern wind sung and gripped me, it took away the light and open sky, a barrier was composed, and a part of me conducted and stayed behind.
That part of me is for always lost, and will collapse the further I move away.
Some of it will follow me, eventually, but I will never know, when I will meet it again.
Day 1489, leave.
Colorful
at the end
she whirled
to a welcoming
ground
~
in a quiet
corner
her life
moved away
~
at the end
of this winter
a thought
and her cage
where left
~
all
alone
Day 1485, I’m driving.
The mountains
I see
around the corner
are far away
but pull on me
~
the peaks
covered
in yesterday’s snow
hide
the unbeaten paths
I long for
~
suddenly
~
a dream
warns me
to watch the road
I’m driving
Day 1472, alarm.
Winter rain alarms
for the snow that still might fall
a patient, sunlight
Day 1471, smoke.
The smoke rises up
from warming the cold inside
snow spills of the roof
Day 1470, doorway.
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