The darkness of night

holds The Past firmly in the mind.


Vigilantly awaiting a new dawn.

(Unbranched. Emptied. Grief without feelings.)




*



Taking a few trail steps and a few street steps

while the dawning still rests frost-bedded

under the protection of the shadows, in a refuge,

while the life-giving consent of the Light


kills.






Daylight


comes with The Present in its shimmer.



The Sun wished to paint everything beautiful today,

in defiance; with a slight indulgent sneer.



The growing saplings sway gracefully

in a hopeless belief of their freedom and will.





Everything grows cold anyway.