The pond is frozen over
the world is upside down.
In my old age,
I discover the magic
of childhood.
the world is upside down.
In my old age,
I discover the magic
of childhood.
Without my glasses,
a softer world
blurs together.
Houses hide in the fog,
mountains drop out of the sky.
a softer world
blurs together.
Houses hide in the fog,
mountains drop out of the sky.
On naked branches
the last dry leaves
twirl in the cold wind,
leaves and sky indistinguishable.
the last dry leaves
twirl in the cold wind,
leaves and sky indistinguishable.
It is the winter of my life
the great stripping away
the last leaves letting go,
falling into
the dazzling darkness
the great stripping away
the last leaves letting go,
falling into
the dazzling darkness
with thanks to No Mind's Land
~
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