Tag Archives: Winter

Spring glances with sleepy eyes

Spring glances with sleepy eyes, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Blue sky, first warm rays Spring glances with sleepy eyes Across silent lands Dream­ing in Winter’s bed Of life’s intense col­ors © Thorsten Becker My first attempt at a tanka, a genre of Japan­ese Waka (poetry) of which I had not heard before — at

In silence awaiting

In silence await­ing, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Sil­hou­ette for­est Stretch­ing, in silence await­ing The promise of spring © Thorsten Becker

On that day when the clock had stopped

On that day when the clock had stopped, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. On a day like a thou­sand razors cut­ting through thick fab­ric, tear­ing into burn­ing skin right through to aching bones with icy blazes. On a day of grave like silence, of ghost like islands drift­ing in the shad­owy mist of mourn­ful gloom,

A winter’s night in Istanbul

A winter’s night in Istan­bul, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Walk­ing over age old cob­ble­stone Past weath­ered walls Inscribed with the rough ink of his­tory Past cher­ished mon­u­ments And hid­den mys­ter­ies All illu­mi­nated By the dif­fused light Of street lights in the mist Winter’s chill is cast away By a cup of hot salep A bag

All we need is a warm nest up in the clouds

All we need is a warm nest up in the clouds, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Another grey Decem­ber day It’s freez­ing cold and dreary I am chilled to the bones My heart’s slightly weary Of a world turned to stones But it doesn’t take much Just a cup of hot tea And your ten­der

Tis oh so quiet

Tis oh so quiet, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. A leisurely stride Through and over fields of white Tis oh so quiet © Thorsten Becker

Snow / Angels

Snow / Angels, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Arms spread wide, fly­ing Over frozen clouds beneath Angels in the snow © Thorsten Becker