Slow Winds

Waning light Shadows grow longer Colours melt into grey Shapes dissolve Into a haze Barely visible inbetween Debris and boulders A narrow path Winds its way uphill Crippled storm-whipped trees Become sparse and disappear Looking back No more signs of life In the valley below As if there never was (Almost) utter silence Only distant howling Slow winds Wisps of clouds Drift across The pale disc of the moon Now and then The veils part For an elusive glimpse At faint stars Transcending The nocturnal firmament Like gleaming pulses Witnessing and observing As for eons they have Looking back No more signs of life In the valley below As if there never was (Almost) Utter silence Only distant howling Slow winds When will they find out Where will they search Where will I be Will the winds whisper what happened

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025