Frozen Hope

Winter has not lost it’s grip over the city

The ice once again covers the lakes and medow

Spring is a playful thing not to be trusted

Still every day it is approaching

Evening

Radiant, aggressive people

Running around the house

Losing out as normally

The body and mind is weak

Tired, fainting, no energy

Pulling, pushing myself

Together without knowing

Why I do it

Now

The cold red sun rises

Just a little above the horizon

Creating an illusion of day

Icy streets and stairs reminding

Us of our vulnerability

Moving carefully on our way

To face the daily perils of the world

The long workday promises only

The darkness of a cloudy night

When we eventually leave

Late in the evening

Surviving

Fear is a good thing

Keeping you alive in the winter

Makes you run and avoid danger

The fearless might be the dead one

You find them frozen to death

In the morning

Looking like they are still alive

With open eyes

The Dull White Winter

Life is a cold place

Filled with snow

Ice covers the lakes

And walking

Feels like a huge undertaking

On icy and slippery streets

Life is small and pale

Bad memories of depressive

Winter months returns

Like tired ghosts of

Past life’s

Steppe

Deep frozen

Standing against

The wind

Dead and frozen

Not visible, still there

Soon forgotten, still there

Any place

And no place

Presence and somewhere else

At the same time

Deep Black Water

Watching the ice

Gray, white, black and blue

Depending on deep and composition

The winter is here and the lake

Is frozen in the middle of the city

It is so easy

To fall into the cold water

And quickly freeze and drown

So close is the end

Yet, so far

I approach the open water

I do not cross it

But I could