Byzantine anthracite greys ascertain the Winter
In abysmal stillness stand raw-boned tree-sentinels
Fields lie fallow in repose
A moody sport court is covered in frost
The earth is powdered in what seems toxic waste
All of a sudden
Strident silver lights
blind deers and drivers
A tree becomes scarecrow
A crow caws
The car eclipses
In blurry depth of field
Silence carves in
Winters whisper,
Winter whispers,
Introvert
Afternoon lights dim down at 3
To transvestite in midnight hour
A stream of music plays afar
Nils Frahm skims a violin in Berlin
But nothing can elevate the sky
In Post-European London
Nothing can elevate the sky..
threateningly low from Baku to Moscow
Furrows of snow build soggy mud
Silhouettes in black coats curve
a bit more–defeated by hopeless cold
Winters whisper,
Winter whispers,
A Dirty Lullaby
For bears fasting in hibernation
To sleep premium
Shamelessly unreachable
For wild horses of the New Forest
To brush off their fluffy hair
And melancholia
A magnolia leaf is dripping
In the cacophony of thicker silence
One can hear his own pulse
And his demons murmur
Winters whisper,
Winter whispers,
Inaudible melodies
A snowman wearing a hat
Stands submissive to kids’ mockeries
The cold bites the stroke of his ears
With no mercy
The snowman loves the cold
Snowflake addict
Seasonal cocainomane
Out of fear of melting
Winters whisper,
Winter whispers,
White noise
A white cherry tree blossoms
Winter missed its ordeal
No climax nor love story
The bear never met the snowman
The snowman ultimately melted
Exposed and humiliated
A rabbit ate his carrot nose
Winters whisper,
Winter whispers,
Until even the whisperer
Lost his lines
Sight...
