WHEN WINTER COMES…
The sky
another kind of sky
and so is the light seeping
over here
above the plains covered
in snow
like a sheet of plain white paper,
there lies the evening town
where we are fed up with the dark,
where the tracks in the snow
lead to nowhere.
Now try to picture my house,
blanketed in whiteness,
lost somewhere in time,
and me
somewhere inside the winter and
inside the red red wine.
