We came to see you - they said,
But I live in the distant woods.
Not many of the guests I've seen so far
And those who came - were just my thoughts.
The night wayfarers or maybe robbers, who knows?
The silent room. Washbowl is crying.
Am I a kook or just a loner?
I opened wide the door -
Glare hills of snow and minor sigh…
They were my thoughts, but nothing more.
02.2019