Footprints on the Wind
Sombre winter’s hues of grey
Grey foggy skies, and
Cold wintery breeze.
Tiny rivulets of condensed vapours
Leaves scars on the glass windows, and
Erosion on the nails on which my money plants hangs.
Brazen rays of the sun that once blazed down upon us
Now reduced to vanishing sunlight
Vulnerable and beautiful in this lonesome winter’s minor refrain.
Streetlights flicker as the cold wind sings a lullaby,
Splashing colours of sunset no longer visible
As white and foggy skies canvases the landscape.
Amidst an insane serenity; moments of placidity prevail
Battling a feeling of being incognito as the shadows grow longer
I stand as a blur between light and darkness, under the invisibility cloak of the fog.
The monochrome paints my surroundings.
The silence makes me hear an engine’s wailing horn in the distance and everything is still.
Hearing the approaching footsteps I tentatively step out of my penumbra.
When suddenly… Those footsteps; they were gone!
Leaving their footprints on the wind,
Those footsteps faded away and vanished in the outlines of the world.