in the sierra mountain range
california, winter
coming in
after the cold
after the blue sky
after our tracks
in the snow
there is the cabin
and a fire in the fireplace
from the cold
to the warmth
later the images
of nature return
so that our movements
are in kind
true and gentle
not always gentle
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2020-01-12 at 18:34
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