hard core winter

my snow soul spread
under the hand of destiny
like a deserted sheet that
waits to be written on
this unpredictable meddler
is casually clad
with million of thoughts
drawing icy flowers as
artistic moments in life

my heart, the fox, smells
traces of single file letters
birds with freedom in beak
unmistakable taste

then there are things that follow

clouds and shadows that
darken my page

by Ottilia Ardeleanu

(december 12, 2013)