IN NIGHT FROST DRAUGHT

Hidden in my last winter abode came Death

alike a frail and excusing crying mourner

and sat down in apprehension, in whispering:

 

Searched here for Life itself to befriend,

in the wounded, in your lone dying

 

We are left here, a shadowfree storm,

holding our rugged words against darkness,

pressing the nights hours; teaching us coldness

 

(Got dragged here through the lands inside darkness

Carried over all the time distances, stones and ices)

 

And cold has just my fairness in its word,

while emptiness,

has its emptiness stuck in the Weave

IN NIGHT FROST DRAUGHT

IN NIGHT FROST DRAUGHT

9 thoughts on “IN NIGHT FROST DRAUGHT

  1. Thank you for following Rennie’s Stories and Poems. I love this blog, but sadly, only speaking English, can only follow a small part of it. The photos are great. Rennie

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