A simple shepherd, sleeping under the drooping branches of firs with his small flock snuggled tightly around him to warm their bodies up. At one moment he seems to wake up from his rest, his star-dimmed eyes survey the surroundings and then his gaze tilts upward towards the branches of the tree that arches over…
Tag: Nature
Lament to a Dryad
A dirge so heartfelt, wistful sigh for a land of dreams… Among untouched woods carrying fresh myrrh of the resin. Untouched the deer and wolf rest picture-like, preserved in a glace of nostalgia, a nostalgia for a time never experienced, inexplicable yearning for nowhere. A stern wind rolls over my chest, carrying away my wishes….
An Evening Tale-Part II.
Perhaps a dove among the mourning doves is my beloved now. Such light wings and what chilling song! I’d appear bulky and sullen before them. Denying me, they hide between foliage as the sun hides in the grayness of the evenfall –now cold and foreign appear the high clouds and the cobblestone wall. Maybe, maybe…