Winter idyll

a winter flower
life emerging through the snow
no sunbeam shows up

winter proceeding
hoarse crows find food under snow
all in blue darkness

a lonely cyclist
air running through his hair
no finish to reach

layers of snow conceal
wounds of the bicycle tracks
a broken flower

a dead crow in snow
run over by ignorance
tears of the black birds

satisfied cyclist
proud to have challenged winter
no respect for life

nature revenging
ten black birds come to his house
beaks puncturing tyres

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Comments on: "Winter idyll" (8)

  1. Hi Ina. Your poems, of late, have a real twist ro them! This one made me sad and then I ended up with a wry smile. ๐Ÿ˜Š L&H xx

  2. Reminders of Hitchcock’s film, here!!

  3. Yes, these birds are ominously more than birds…..

  4. Crows, ubiquitous and random, like lost umbrellas.

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