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Whitewashed Surface - Three Winter Poems

Doerthe is a writer and Life Coach from Germany. She loves all kind of creative work, especially reading and writing poetry.


The cold swallows

me like falling air

shadowing the ground

in the early morning.

Unintentionally, the winter wind

rolls the flock before it

without orientation.

Rifting with the crowd

inside eardrums,

the noises tangle,

train engines puffing

like the dashing

of spray in surf

getting louder and


until ears ache.

You can surrender

the respectful distance

from the track

and then adjust

to the tact of the doors

opening and closing.

Be ready

when the door says:


Perhaps you also know this longing for more serenity in everyday life. We have to get to work on time, have to run errands and to look after the children. In the cities the traffic is noisy, the steps of people on the asphalt or the hammering and sawing echoes from the construction site. We are used to external noises that lead us.In the midst of many people, at the train station or in the subway, when it's noisy around us, it can be the right time to focus on yourself and block out the outside world. A mindful perception opens up the magic of a moment and some to peace. This moment of reflection can be a source of strength from which we can draw calm and energy.



Whitewashed Surface

Right next to the main road,

winter has crept into the bog

and whitewashed the surface.

Only dead branches reach for prey.

Benches are empty

and uninviting.

We inhale the wetness

and tremble.

Migratory birds line up

in the sky above us,

pepper their chatter

across the vastness,

and time stands still.

The weather marks the passage of time. In my region the winter time is very cold, uncomfortable and long. Wind and rain accompany us for months.In the big cities, snow is more of an exception. When it falls, it doesn't stay white for long, but soon looks dirty and uninviting. It made me think about the passage of winter and reevaluate the meaning of time. The observation of the outside world and the inside world mean a very conscious pause in the midst of everyday life, through which one comes to rest. We can rediscover the wonders of nature, and enjoy them.

By connecting with the simple things in life, we let ourselves be enchanted by life. In poetry we can perceive everything precisely without evaluating it or letting it become a task. In the hectic pace of everyday life, we often pass the wonders of this world carelessly. We take a lot for granted. It is worthwhile to take a fresh look at these things and become aware of their uniqueness. The mindful connection with nature clears your head and you then know again what is really important at the moment.

Whitewashed Surface


Clouds Materialize On The Horizon

The nature of the mist

when dew nestles up

to the road in the morning

and fog’s veil plays

around the feet of the trees,

the sky shedding tears

opens all of a sudden,

and the earth

frees the view upwards.

A swath of light

cuts through.

Volatile cloud formations materialize.

Thunder covers the land.

Reflected by the light,

the colors of the sky.

How the light is mirrored on the surface.

It is now common knowledge that mindfulness practice can lead to more well-being. In our hectic times, many people need to slow down. At the same time, the desire to engage with nature grows. What exactly do we experience in a situation like this, and what importance do we attach to it? If we look closely, we can discover wonderful little things. The power of nature can be clearly felt. In such a situation we can let it work on us and absorb energy. It is a great pleasure to take in some of this power and enjoy the few rays of sunshine that winter offers us. It's a great way to connect with nature and get on the trail of life. Poetry can also change the perspective and open up new possibilities. With a poem, we trace the feelings that we have in certain situations. It is good to give space to these feelings such as joy, sadness, or gratitude. They work inside us.



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