Fleeting Wor(l)ds

CARTE BLANCHE #18

Steeling last afternoon hours
Fleeing from the cool nights
Dodging Sunday’s crowd

And smell fresh cut grass

And graze spring sweet breeze
And gaze at the water mirror
And grasp sparkling sunbeams

And draw reverse angled branches
Winter trees’ shadow
Seeking sunshine

And wander in still sky except for that one lonely traveling cloud

Embracing the weeping willow’s dance
And let the willow shed my broken heart’s tears
And let the willow reflect my lonely soul’s regrets

Getting lost in my past thoughts
Trying to heal my present memories
Living off beat
Surviving yesterday

And sing my mistakes
And regret my joys

I feel like these winter tree branches
Stuck in the past
Waiting for lifeblood to reach my heart
To breathe my abandoned body

If only I could marry the solitude
Of this lonely winter tree

If only I could be that lonely winter tree
Left without a leaf
Without a blossom

I envy this early blooming flower
Unconscious and bold
In front of lingering cold

If only I could embrace the boldness
Of this early blooming flower

If only I could be this early blooming flower
Unaware it is going to prosper
And doesn’t care

If only I could know the spring fortune

If only I could feel the same confidence
Of that becoming tree
Of that promising flower

Justine T. Annezo –  March, 15th 2026 – GTM+1