Winter trees,

Naked branches are now free
Complete perfections of cold
Stunning shapes are visible
In mute landscape of wet winter



Contrast are in moving mind
Reflections of simple graphic
Essence of cultivate soil
Trees are touching each other


At human eyes all became ilusion
Dominating silence of snow
Black shadows are circling
In indiffirent perspective of light



Solitude pictures of monoscape
True--illusive ----monuments-------
Breathing trees are existing
In calm season of no moving mind



Winter trees no need it names
No need it human eyes
Just one memory will stain at mine mind
Black winter trees in deep white wet snow