Ashes

You cannot see

Ashes in a piece of wood

You need fire

To reveal them

Black and white

I discovered ,very late

Life is not pure black and white

I suspect a new shade

Hiding between them

Deep within me somewhere

Yet to be discovered

Trees and mothers

Trees ,small or big

Prays for the Sun

While

Mothers pray

For the Son

Loom AND Shuttle

I am the Loom

You are the weaver

Both are in search

For  the  Shuttle

Day and night

Shadow

I fight my shadow

From dawn to disc

For following me

Long and short

A

Quixotic fight