Gorecki

he comes to the door
covered in snow
shaking and stamping his boots

and beckons you outside
and you follow
------- bundled up

it’s not really that cold
but it’s winter here and you begin the trek

he takes his time
making new trails through the snowy
plains

everything is the same
but then the monotony becomes momentous
as you notice the tiny crystals in the snow

the small birds darting around
--------they stay for winter

the new snow inexorably
flitting down

the grey bright sky merging
--------snow on horizon

and you see the pain in his shoulders
his bowed head
his slow steady gait

and when he turns around to look at you
eyes
------- desparate
--------------------hope