The First Breath of Winter

The cold has then arrived
at my home on all new stage,
with slick cobbles winking black as night,
and ink on a watery page.

I sit alone at simple window,
and gaze at new found scenes,
The players all here have their part,
and wintery skies of green.

I love the hollow sound of night,
the traffic and melodic words -
of a foreign tongue on foreign streets,
and the simple songs of birds.

The seagulls tell of salty sea,
And winter ocean swells,
and in their chat I feel my heart
Blister against their tales.

I walk the streets in quiet thought,
my mind so dear and far,
when watching all that passes my feet
I hear not a single car.

This new place - as all new ones do -
breathes life and love anew;
For what passions I left behind
I will find more in this hue.

Of smelly air, both soiled and fair
with industry and brewery dew -
A smell that signals love to me,
And memories that are far too few.

The towering arches and stony wynds,
The Closes and Cobbels and spires -
I look to the heavens and see the design
Gothic and ancient and mired.

But still filled with life, this old city beats
It's heart thumping inspired -
I love this old place,
with it's old city grace,
and my love only here has transpired.

~Tel' Tella Nimiras.