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.

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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.

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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 1422, grey.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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

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