Smoke And Snowstorms
Smoke and snowstorms fill the night
Blustering and blizzarding, gloomy grey,
The icy cloud-dust wraps the world in white.
Morning comes; I wake in the light of day.
Smoke and snowstorms
Are pulling at the corners of my eyes
I keep the thought of my warm house close,
No matter how cold or fast the snow flies.
I know it’s nestled somewhere behind,
A refuge for my frozen mind.
more by Lëaf Ednïwinga
photograph by Markus Spiske