At the time of no poetry
At the time of no poetry,
The silence weighs heavily
And sinks to the bottom
Of the spring like a stone.
At the time of no poetry,
The wind has stopped blowing,
And the landscape looks lifeless,
Draped in darkness.
At the time of no poetry,
My steps leave no footprint,
My silhouette is a shadow
Shivering from the cold.
At the time of no poetry,
I am alone and hopeless,
Walking the earth
Wrapped in an old cloak….