Winter walk

 WINTER WALK

16/12/25

Much agains my elders'  good counsel,

in the cold winter i ventured for a walk,

that was the age and spirit of adventure.

you can imagine the winter snow, icy slopes,

barren trees  wet as if shedding tears for their 

foliage shed away from them,times' cruelty:

Throughout the path, cut prints  of unseen birds,

some rose petals mystic vision  to my eyes then.

There i sensed him, partly human and partly godlike

may be  a tree  another version of  distortion;

after some notes by   " frosted brooks".

Cold winter has many forms, transforming all

both  human and non human , frost and fog 

hand in hand ,stubborn in their  stay.

i left home alone, now coming back alone

only with dreams  unfulfilled , a voyage 

of wonder and  strange discovery.

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