Sunday, January 15


cold wet white snow
warm tea in Chicago
green vintage chairs
white sheets in a hotel
sky scrapers and clouds
looking out from a room with black and white wall paper
curtains that look the same and
not to forget a white bright lamp
branches in snow
a dead leaf
running tears from the wind
a cross
a path
walking with cold feet back home

that has been my month
so far

1 comment:

Julia said...

I like the way you blog. I hope you will blog more often...