Time is a thief

You run fast
Faster than I do
You take my computer
My television too
You take the things
I can loose

But you spare me the hours
Spent at my desk
You spare me the walks
With books pressed to my chest
And the moments that I spend
Studying for a test
you leave me the moments
that I should use best
You take and you leave
You are time
And you are a thief

wind

Wind

stabs through my jacket

And pierces my skin

The frost-coated grass I walk on

shatters

like glass

under my hasty step

My arms crossed

My head bowed

My scarf flying backward in the wind

Slashes like a streamer

catching on the occasional branch

the wind stops

suddenly

a sheet of tranquility

rests over the forest path

I now can hear my footsteps

And the glass-like grass under my step

Now, not as hasty as before

I feel my scarf loosen on my neck

And rest beside my arm

Sounds of birds

Bounces from one tree to another

I continue walking

As slowly as possible.