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The Pond

A massNo movementLight snow covers the surfaceSolid ice into the depths Small birds long for fishNo chanceThe still air brings strained silenceWhites and Greys all aroundA clean canvas Sunlight barely peeks through the cloudsIts last minute attempt to warm the landWe enter the time of reverencePart of the organismOne

Visual Cues

Suspended Above the ground Like the tiny snowflakes that dance just outside Never to reach their destination Shielded from the bitter cold These walls of glass expose a fantasy Safe and warm, I observe the world Embrace the beauty, ignore the struggle Faded yellows and greens peek through the blanket of white Crops slowly dying [...]