last night of this winter

by walterdoege

today is the fourth rainy and cold day…to go out of house its needed a proper dress up…and the clothes are a second skin…don’t forgetting the umbrella…even though some rain drops touch my face and my clothes…cold drops…and walking few steps I sense the moisty floor…at some point of my little walk yesterday…I watch the cloudy sky…the thunders…the flshlightening…and for a while my tears drops and the rain drops were inly one water…as the rain seems to be tears drops from heaven…a lovely friend remind me that I can lead inside me the winter poetics…one of the few things I need to keep on walking trustful and joyful…for myself, winter season is a poetic state