When things settle down, winter becomes winter again

On winter

It is a cold winter all over the place, frozen trees standing, golden leaves barely moving,


Shadows of people aloof from their lives,


Smoky words uttered in simplicity spread into the stiff air.


It isn't a time of change for those born when we did. 

And while you whisper let me have it my way, as if you know I am bound to words,

- Hope, you say, in the time of winter - 

I see only your hands crossing the borders between seasons.