The rare day has been pierced fondly
with warm sun rays in the cold sky.
November shows veiled life of forest
and lots of dwellers are in sight.
Dry lifeless leaves are scattered nearby
old wrinkled trees trunks. Nude thin twigs
catch faint light and every fissure
has been well drawn on chapped trees skin.
There is not shelter for small cooled birds:
a flock of tiny long-tailed tits,
called forest angels, peck red smooth balls
of a good-looking rowan tree.
The tiny birds stand out brightly
against the blue chintz of the sky.
They look like buds of fluffy cotton,
threaded by someone on branches lines.
The sight is filmed by the November
on a broad universe ghost tape.
This sight will be on it forever.
No one can cut it or erase.
by Thea Ariss
06.11.2025
A ghost tape
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2025
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