Winter Flower

Protean water condensates in the Winter Forest,
Cumulatively
Weighing on air
Until it breaks.

Falling to the earth,
To seed the flowers
That do find their roots.

While mumblings
of Good and Evil,
Love and hate,
Unfelt,
Linger in the thoughts of Troglodytes.

The gasp sounds
Of a Sunflower in the Winter Forest.

Letting go,
Becoming yellow in a glow,
Open to the music of quiet.

The Flower gulps a last breath and withers alone in the wind.

And the Troglodytes…

Meandering accessories’
Fabian spirits
Of unfit or the due.


-Ben

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Photography by eberhard grossgasteiger

Gloom

Cold winds found in the evening,
In the gloom.

Frowns, Curled up faces
Scattered in lay-by’s,

Glittered in malice
and fantasy.

Cold layers of days depleting
Diminished hope.

Given away for
Distractions.

So it is
Under the shadow of seasons change

Heat moves away
And cold kills kindness,

Yet love is so much warmer.

Under the long hours,
Painful trains and travelling

A smile’s bright sight brings a joyful delight.

A fiery hearts head-start
Under winter ash before the sunrise

Over the valley
Of icy silence.