Winter in the Vale
Rain had lasted for days now it was clearing
up and the road leading to the village, where
I buy food, was drying under a mild winter
sun; the nature breathed with an ease as
coming to an end of a long, vigorous sorrow.
By the roadside a big grey wolf, it had been
run over by a fast car only a few minutes ago
half of its body flattened, but over it the air
stirred, a shimmer I thought it was it soul that
was now homeless and at a loss what to do.
I blessed the dog opened the car-door and let
in the soul, it sat beside me till we came to
a plateau on top of mountain, I spoke softly
and let it out, saw it fly up and up, a shimmer
in the air that become a fluffy lamb on blue.
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