A sleepy forest shivers under rain.
It's foggy. Moisture's wrapped enmeshed trees branches.
It seems that there are dismal autumn days
instead of spring. The spring's postponed again.
It's cold, but countless graceful birches white trunks
are bleeding. Pinky juice flows down through moss,
which's covered them like a hand made wool rug.
All's move less. Greyish fog hangs as a ghost.
Lots of wet lichen looks quite scary. Rain
makes them too heavy and trees countless branches
are blankly crouching once down. The day
is waiting for bright paints, but all's in grey.
by Thea Ariss
07.04.2025
All s in grey
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2025
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