knee deep snow

bridges are burned

but i want to go back

for hours i walk through knee deep snow

spruce trees, snow and willows

some poplars, the odd pine

in many different arrangements

to ski would be to float through it

but the turns i have to take are too thight

to snowshoe, to stay on top of it

i would get snagged too often

the sun shining profusely

i better keep going

i love to be lost

taking short cuts

or the round about way

wishing you all soft snowy days 

and diamond dust

Noise

what's the noise?

is it a foreign movie without subtitles?

the fridge kicking in again?

am i making this noise?

or is it the helicopter approaching

to take me off this

remote island in the South Pacific?

they announce that the being build new hospital wing is sinking,

people paying rent for places that don't exist,

a gravel pit right in the middle of the city, why not?

years now

centimeters or cityblocks

 millions of dollars

this silence here

i too have been trying to be quiet

no wonder it hurts and is stuck

it is too loud 

and too big

April Poetry Month

uncertainty

a helicopter approaches

i scan the sky

in the silence sounds reach me from far away

finally 

i spot it

high up

as it passes by

disappearing in blue sky

i entered the silence

a silence that hurts

in the pit of my stomach

i entered a silence

that is stuck in the throat

making me gag

what can i say

for certain?

the swans speak once

in all that time

 softly

just 3 snow buntings

chatter lightly as they fly by