Standing watch in the field once green Cloaked in fog Waiting for the winter winds Arms stretched wide, ready for action Tools of the future Patient for their time to shine Marking the separation of power Protectors of the small towns Bringing both delight and despair
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
The Deep Thinker 