A flare touches my skin,

my soul takes a bath

in the clear morning

as fresh cold air slowly twists around my body.

 

The wolf in me

and outside of me,

guard my sensitivity

and I relax.

 

A black beauty,

a concentrated soldier

of ancient times

marshes up my spine

and I hear the birds chirp

its message that spring is coming.

 

Bright is the moment

and calm is the world,

this early morning

in a place somewhere,

... nowhere.