January 23rd

one by one they fall –

cold, unique and white – never too late

for the first snow

January 22nd

many colours and sweet smells

so refreshing in the cold –

but which sasanqua do I take home?

January 21st

careful careful steps

like walking on a cracked glass –

flaky ice

January 20th

flames and crackles,

happy and sad – stories by the bonfire

heat the hearts up

January 19th

it’s cold – but not cold enough,

it’s torrential – yet quickly dries up;

the winter shower mystifies

January 16th

small brazier,

dry wood, small sticks, charcoal warming,

heat, sparks and smoke

January 15th

heavy in my hands,

I hold a bunch of spearflower berries;

drip, drip, drip red juice