WHERE THE WIND BLOWS

WHERE THE WIND BLOWS The trees of the forest shiver and shake, their long limbs trembling for the next quake. Their bodies blaze a glaring white with tears frozen from their new plight. The world has become hard and cold. My trembling body feels...

WHERE THE WIND BLOWS

The trees of the forest shiver and shake,

their long limbs trembling for the next quake.

Their bodies blaze a glaring white

with tears frozen from their new plight. 

The world has become hard and cold.

My trembling body feels old.

Surrounded on four sides by white, 

the bright glare has blinded my sight.

White is the color of my nightgown

as I stand and shiver with a frown.

A shadow emerges from the trees.

I hope it is not him, pretty please.

My body moves forward against my will.

I grab a thick tree and try to hold still.

I dig my feet into the packed snow,

but I must go where the wind might blow.

SNOW IS FALLING

Snow is falling on the trees,

hanging tight to the cold leaves.

A winter wonderland in the south.

I gaze ahead and open my mouth.

A bitter taste fills my heart & soul

as I plunge into the rabbit hole.

Snowflake

THE DEAD GAME

Snowflake

UNWANTED FOOTSTEPS

 

 

Silence sweeps the streets clean.

No voices to mark the white surface.

A cold wind brushes away

prints of unwanted footsteps.

Lights in the distance

warn us of inhabitants.

Ignore those earthly reminders

of noise and commotion.

Instead, enjoy the serenity

nature presents to us.

THE GLASS HOUSE

 

 

Snow falls.

Music fills the air.

In the glass dome of a house,

guests twirl and dance.

Images reflected on glass walls.

Champagne flows.

The clock strikes midnight.

The dance floor empties.

We are alone.

The game has begun.

THE DEAD GAME 

 

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ALONE WITH THE SNOW

 

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Night Walk – {by Tiina Törmänen} | {Official WebSite}

 

 

A walk in the dark.

Alone in the park.

The cold creeps.

The trees shiver.

The falling snow whispers.

The stars sparkle.

No voices.

No noises.

Alone with the snow

And the bitter cold.

WHERE THE WIND BLOWS

WHERE THE WIND BLOWS The trees of the forest shiver and shake, their long limbs trembling for the next quake. Their bodies blaze a glaring white with tears frozen from their new plight. The world has become hard and cold. My trembling body feels...

 

WHERE THE WIND BLOWS

The trees of the forest shiver and shake,

their long limbs trembling for the next quake.

Their bodies blaze a glaring white

with tears frozen from their new plight. 

The world has become hard and cold.

My trembling body feels old.

Surrounded on four sides by white, 

the bright glare has blinded my sight.

White is the color of my nightgown

as I stand and shiver with a frown.

A shadow emerges from the trees.

I hope it is not him, pretty please.

My body moves forward against my will.

I grab a thick tree and try to hold still.

I dig my feet into the packed snow,

but I must go where the wind might blow.

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ICE COLD

 

 

The landscape is cold and bleak.

I’m beginning to feel weak.

 

Ice is melting in my shoes.

I’m getting the winter blues.

 

I can’t find my way from here.

I had thought the town was near.

 

I’ve been walking for days.

I’m in some kind of daze.

 

There’s a break in the rocks ahead.

I hope they don’t leave me for dead.

 

My friends have to come back to me.

Rocks and trees are all I can see.

 

My friends are in the park playing ball.

I didn’t have to be afraid at all.

FOUR MEN

 

I see men

Walking

In the cold

Coming closer to my home.

Snow swirls around them.

Feet crunch on ice.

Four of them.

Why are they here?

Four men.

The window mists from my breath.

It fogs my view.

I must run.

I must hide.

Four men.