Nils had recalled the map again.
Well known old path went to the end.
He was unskilled and made the way
through forest, guiding by the lamp
of the faint sun. But Nils didn't took
into account its track hook...
The sun was blinking through thin lace
of clouds and snow-covered branches.
Light haze wrapped everything. Its paint
had soaked into trees' bark. White candles
were sparkling into beams. Bright light
was blinding eyes. World sank in white.
Sometimes it seemed, that a new path
was leading into heavens' ice.
It seemed, that clouds fluffy puffs
were giant steps to height above.
The cooled down sun gleamed, splashing looms*,
and, widely smiling, made track hook...
by Thea Ariss
30.09.2025/02.10.2025
*looms - тени
The track hook. The tale of the winter forest
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2025
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