Snow is here, it covers my withdrawal!
Must I rest or let my wounds heal in this brawl?
There are shades of white, black, and gray here!
No longer I seek the color of peace but fear.
My fingers are branches, my arms, the tree.
What they will never grasp, they reach with glee.
I wonder from shadow to shadow in vain,
For I seek an illusion, once I thought it would remain.
What a barren landscape, no footprints are seen.
No cheering, no greeting, no echoes, nothing serene.
On this abstract scene, the moon cast its glow;
The only visitor can’t be restrained is snow!
The solace and silence apperaing.
Intruders fend off by numbing cold and pain, wearing;
For things are welcomed in this wintery soul, praising !! …