Night Walk – {by Tiina Törmänen} | {Official WebSite}
Walk the night.
The cold wraps you in a cocoon
filled with the fresh scent of snowfall.
Listen as the snow falls.
It brushes the ground and branches
with a white brushstroke against a dark canvas.
Look to the twinkling stars.
Bright spots dodge grey clouds
to peek at the dusted ground below.
Snowflakes mist your hair
and land on your tongue.
Take a deep breath.
Engage your senses.
Walk the night.
Look up to the white skies.
Magic before my eyes.
White flutters to the ground.
Without even a sound.
Masking the dirt with white.
So pretty and so bright.
If it could remain this way.
A blanket for one more day.
I’m dreaming of snow.
Wrapped up in a bow.
Some cold cheer
Is needed here.
The epic battle of the seasons.
Old man winter tries to
erase all signs of Fall.
He covers the ground
with his icy cold snow.
But Fall holds her leaves close
to her body and her heart.
Some have fallen,
lone casualties of war.
The battle rages
on the ground,
in the air,
and in the water.
Fall will have to succumb
to the dictates of Old man winter.
She has no choice.
But she puts up a valiant battle.
She will be back after Summer
finishes heating the earth.
Farewell.
We’ll see you soon.
Do we dare?
Dare to walk in the snow.
Climb the rocks.
Slide down the slopes.
Feel the cold on our faces.
The wind hitting our bodies.
The brisk nip in the air.
Should we?
Someone else has done it,
while we’ve been procrastinating.
Do it now.
So many footsteps.
Where do they lead?
Where are these people going?
Are their lives happy?
Are they walking alone
or in groups?
Why are they in such a hurry?
What can you see in a footstep?
Follow a set and find out.
