Theme: Abstract

Misty Day

Glancing out of the window I see the potted plant
on the sill and the house on the other side of
the road… the light is fading and the plant looks as
sad as a whitewashed wall in rain… its whiteness
was an illusion caused by the sun.

Mist of grief encircles olive trees, there are blank
tears on my almond tree´s spindly twigs, yet inside
each droplet I see a tiny world reflecting my own,
only with greater incorruptibility of the untested.

And far away, as a whisper, a mother sings a lullaby.

23-Oct-2012

More By  :  Jan Oscar Hansen

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