Still
written by: Hanno Cramer
@hannocramer
Where autumn winter meets
the fragrant colours fade
and white the wintertide
is knocking on my door
I often wonder standing here
a massive frozen thought
a longing without end,
will ever spring return?
The sun remove this veil
of white and pale
and shine again and warm
cherish the withering heart?
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
Photography – copyright photo (c) Michel Lucas
As Dutch as can be; early retired coach, proud husband, father of five and granddad of four, love to walk a few paths with others, write with passion, try to look every day with more compassion.
I write mostly haiku, triggered by its limitations. Also write poems, often commenting pictures, and always amazed by the merging effect of text and vision.
Writing in English is a challenge.
I write mostly haiku, triggered by its limitations. Also write poems, often commenting pictures, and always amazed by the merging effect of text and vision.
Writing in English is a challenge.
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