210402 a legitimate storm

 April 2

written in february at the vineyard.

lemon clouds on a sundown sky

the snow is a thing

it breathes 

it is a paintbrush

the ice stalactites

frozen time.

what is this place?

i don't know who I am.

i wake up here, i live the day, i go to bed. 

i'm not really tied to any pier

when did the line break?

i'm not at sea

if i am i'm a fish.

a river runs down the valley

snow

pretending to be a tide

avalanche of air.

i have never felt 

the ground so sure under my feet

the superimposed river 

the green hills

the woman on the mountain

there is no reason to wait. 

the witches have been here for a long long time

there is much to learn

it is now:

the thing is now.

you do not know who I am it hasn't happened yet.

the winter is on the wane.

25th red circle round the moon. the round moon.

a legitimate storm blows down the mountain.

Mumma Yaga