A Dutch autumn

boat clouds

Texel, 2013

The cloud cover is so thick
that the street lights remain on
and the foliage gives off the most muted green.

Everything is soggy.
Nothing has a chance to dry,
as rain and mist tag-team
to saturate leaf, skin and roof tile.

It’s a wet cold – it penetrates the bones,
and I start believing that the sun is a dream;
a temporary hallucination that peaks through a 10-second opening
before retreating back into a parallel universe.

And I retreat, too –
into a cozy haven
of blanket, and book, and coffee.

Bless the rain. Bless the cold. Bless the clouds.

5 comments

  1. Matthias

    A beautiful poetic painting. The feeling of the moment fills the mind and body. A gentle melancholy that is relieved with a blanket, book and coffee.

    Your poem truly draws the reader into the moment the experience. I can only sigh when thinking of the gentle flow of the words. Words that saturate the mind and flow into the heart. Beautiful!

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