Something lost and something found

(This poem describes a wonderous experience I had while travelling on an ICE train rushing towards Berlin.)

The winter is longer then it is deep

Darker then is appropriate

Months and months of dull dense

Greys and browns. I sit in a

Second-class train compartment

Taking myself away from 

My children's constant whining

That they are bored and there is

Nothing to do... speeding towards

Berlin for a weekend alone with 

Strangers in museums and cafés.

I wipe away the condensation from 

The window with the sleeve of my

Fleece jacket. I gaze listlessly out

On to quickly passing towns and fields

In a trance, my eyes see even before

My heart, a field of thousand upon

Thousand of storks, swans, and geese

All standing still in the frozen fields

Resting, resting on their way up north

Ah, there it is, spring!

* This post is part of my "Growing Up & Growing Old" project.  

Sunrise

I have moved on from following tutorials about how to draw with Procreate to experimenting with the various brushes and filters. Slowly, soooo slowly, I gain both in curiosity and confidence with Procreate.

* This post is part of my Year of Freedom project. 

Theme of 2021: Year of Freedom

I am trying to come up with a "theme" for this year. I am wondering whether it should be the "Year of Improvisation"  or the "Year of Freedom".

* This post is part of my "Growing Up & Growing Old" project and my Year of Freedom project.