Dark Poetry

Snowfall

The wind howls

Humidity lets the wood smolder

Its flames are not choked

By snow

 

Footsteps

Forlone

Surrounded only by thousands of trees

And the forgotten forces of the wood

 

Elementary powers awakened to life

Never they slept in man

They enchain their instincts

Yet some choose the blaze.

 

Inga Veit, Publizistin M.A. & Coach  |  ingaveit@web.de