wind and rain
and winter
in a landscape where every colour seems to be
effaced into nuances
where grey is the dominant
where shadows flutters
where ghost from the past
no longer see the difference between now and then
and walk around in the corridors of the mind
believing they are free
not realising how
they are if anything
more than at any other time of the year
in danger of becoming homeless
since hibernation
is the most adequate time of year
to overcome darkness
and its memories
by the shine of the inner light