Winter

It’s winter

And I’m addicted

To the Sun,

And the infinitive eternal

Blue canvas

With white spots.

Even the gentle breeze

Feels like hailstorm

It makes me shiver

I embrace myself

With my hands.

Dusty road

That I walk along

Withers my lips

And blurs my eyes.

The morning fog

Plays trick on me

I hear people

At a distance

But I can’t see them.
Winter is solitary

But never lonely.