Sounds of a warzone
Blended with laughter –
They are fortunate
Sounds of a warzone
Blended with laughter –
They are fortunate
Spring and Winter duel
Skirmishes of warmth and light –
Icy air resists
With the silver skies
I’ve accepted that –
Winter’s here awhile
Silent recklessness…
In the dark, icy canal
He swam fully clothed
Flawless morning sky
Echoes of hammer and wood –
Could Winter be dead?
Bitterly cold night —
The sound of starving foxes
As they cry in vain
I see from inside
Light snowflakes begin to fall —
Directionless souls