April fouls

Slow changes
In this cruel
April
The ground is still
Cold and frozen
The light has turned
And once again
The white nights
Return to this frozen land

From the darkness
To the light
The natur prepares
For another extreme
From death to life
And than again dying
Leaving the land
To the white snow and ice
This is our fate
We fouls that live
Here in the northern corner

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I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts and the world ends. The winter is here and is so cold...

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Posted in April, change, Easter, Poem, Poems, Poetry, spring

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