On the edge of night,
the skies are filling
with clouds,
pressing the heavens
from blue
to grey,
to charcoal black,
April lifts up the spires
and villages
of twilight dusk,
lying with them
hidden
in the frozen furrows
of earth,
winter turns his coat
up at the collar,
faces the growing eastern wind
and hurries
through the empty trees
- and back.
Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback!
p1964km@googlemail.com
