WINTER DUSK

16:31 and

the short winter day is over;

the cold white of the snow

has become warm blue in the dusk

under the overcast sky.

The trunks and snow-laden branches

of the trees

are threading the blue

with black veins.

All movement

has ceased.

In this moment

so fleetingly balanced

between the pale light

of the late January day

and the long dark of the starless night,

timeless eternity

touches the

buried landscape

with delicate bird feet.

26.01.2019