The winter's sun is tepid
the grass grows by inches.
It hasn't rained today.
Does it rain in winter you ask?
Yes it does, I say
In my heart.
In my heart is a battlefield.
It rains there, thunders as well.
Only the quietude of these hills know.
They traverse realities.
Like me and my heart.
The sun now thickens like a fog.
The little bird in my heart knows.
When will I escape this winter
with lengthening shadows
and a mist swirling around the pines?
Only the heart knows...