The days grow longer, more
hours of pale light showing
the gray clouds and the deep snows
holding the black trees in-between,
trunks rising from the white landscape
against, reaching for, the overcast gray.
There is a message here,
in these faded moments before
the yet long night falls,
pouring in the dark between
the void, and the cold years
separating us, like stars.
26.01.2021
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