Day 1857, again.
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.
Colorful doorway
to a winter weathered door
an empty keyhole
Day 1467, yellow.
The yellow flower
hiding under winters end
together with me
Day 1460, agrees.
The wind turns around
and clears skies cerulean
wintertime agrees
Day 1459, clear.
A blue winter sky
where electricity flies
and clear airs the mind
Day 1437, chilling.
In a chilling
swale
where grey skies
linger
I came across
old memories
~
by chance
I found a shelter
and reacquainted
Day 1423, their own.
A lucent winter
reflects
on the morning
sun
~
the road ahead
empty
but I
don’t
slow down
~
my thoughts
go
their own
way
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
