winter time
Snow was falling as if I needed another excuse to pass all my time sitting on my windowsill,
staring at the passer-by’ lightly walking on the cloudlike ground
As if I needed more reasons to remain still,
unmoved by the window.
doing nothing with my time
(i wonder if this is when time feels most appreciated)
doing nothing with my time but observing the chaos in me being gently covered in white
doing nothing with my time
while looking at the busy shuffling of whirlwind feet and long dark coats
-why is it,
that clothes in winter all turn into this melting snow, grey puddle spectrum of colours
as if wearing something bright might bring spring about too soon
as if wearing something of colour were too much of a statement against the grey in grey of winter still-life.
