Those cold winterevenings...
I don't mean the ones
when a fierce wind is blowing
and one can hear the wind sissling
through the little holes near windows and doors.

I mean the ones
that silently
almost unfelt
take over from the summer and the autumn.

First I start to wear a cardigan,
then I feel a cold draft
around my feet.
I ignore it
untill the moment comes,
that I realise
that I am shivering.

Somewhere in between that moment
and autumn
I've started to put the heating on
in the evenings.
Then in the morning and the late afternoon,
when the mists pull the warmth out of the house.

And then winter is there.....
King Winter
who strikes me with his icey breath
and chills me.
Who makes me look into the sky
and see the stars.
Each time clearer and clearer....

Those are the winterevenings
that I suddenly long for snow,
ice-skating,
hot chocolate
and a walk through an empty world.

And then the next morning....
...
snow !!!

Almost pink in the early morning light.

The morning that the world is froozen.
That even the waves of the little waterfall
are caught
and seems to stand still
like people bewitched in fairytales.

These cold winterevenings I mean.
When I look back on a day
in silence
and just a moment of time
part of nature.

These moments I mean
when the serenity of winter
is resting in my heart.

© Imbi 2002