Curious Fox On London Streets

AUTUMN

Lonely fox on London streets,

Running far, fixing you deep, 

He sees your soul, breaks down your shield.

Fearful you; walking the streets,

Watching your step, feeling your skin.

Stormy weather, the watch from God

Falling cry, a haunting sound.,

Amidst your oaths, it is the hound,

Blessing you, inherent warmth–

A warmth so cool; do not look north.

The clouds turn dark. The fox hides back,

Soothing you, approach him near.

He looks at you, eyes drenched in fear;

You do not speak, nor do you touch –

A calming sound that can’t be heard.

Cherry blossoms now seek shelter –

From the winds, from your fervor:

Once frozen, once free, everlasting, you feel

A blessing or curse, a motion surreal

Led by the cries of leaves touching ground

Cool northern air caresses the trees,

Still standing and green, awaits melting in

With the soil and their roots, connected by skin

A tissue so old, the wrinkles appear

You cover and struggle, looking at your gear.

WINTER

Clear, thrilling windows changed by the night

In the morning, wake up, ahead frosty sight

Nervous, you hide under the blanket

Falling snow, you light the briquette,

Hoping it melts what’s left unanswered.

Walking out, white cloud ahead

Steps are loud, each like a dread

You look to the trees, once stood so green

Calm and breathing, a figurine –

They’re not afraid, so why are you?

Ephemeral land, sourced in a daydream

The fireplace burns, ahead rising steam

Like the seasons surging back, the fox manifests

Weary and lost, in harmony you stand

The sky falling down, the moonlight is bright

Silk fabric brushing the skin

Comfort in discomfort, living is sin

But don’t wonder, none exist without weakness

The final judgement does not expect

You to be blameless, you to be saint

As the winter drowns the trees, it glorifies:

The beauty in the fall, new hope in the eyes

No reprimand in the cold, no reprimand in warmth

Too close to the sun, too deep in the sea

The earth is enough, do not try to flee

SPRING

Snowdrops rising, coat covers the ground

Warming the landscape, new colors are found

You wander the streets, needle and thread

The willow appears, a dress smoothly plaid

Truth rediscovered, you smile when you cry

Chess tables in parks, ready for new rounds

And the people go outside, seeking calmness of the warmth

Older men and grandchild fight

In a war, tower takes knight

One had said: “it’s just stage fright”

No beauty compares, no place could outstand

As birds follow by migrating, in pairs,

The fox reappears, looks long at the sky

And so You step closer, enough to be heard

Four units of eyes, now fixing the herd

The sun warms your hearts

You sit on the ground, the fox lays right near

His head in your arms, you now feel alive

Innocent and pure, you both came so far

The hardest of tasks; to trust another palm

Iris in full glory, a pristine mauve shirt

Rising in masses, together they flirt

Intertwining with another, you follow the pattern

One palm in the other, gentle play of matter

As if in prayer, your palm and the flowers

SUMMER

The ocean turns warm, inviting you in

Once Freezing and scared, you follow the lead

The sand slowly dancing, a harmonious dream

A waltz of the earth, a melodious stream

You wander alike, if you could dance with?

A breakfast and laugh, the air tasting queer

You play with the cards that life gave this year

The fox builds a house with the deck on the table

You worry, he smiles:

If the house takes a spill, i’ll build a new pile

The coffee tastes bitter, the evening is clear

As you sit on the floor, cheeks caressed by a tear

Not sadness, not joy, just acceptance and hope

In the journal you write, the words are a trope

The letters like strings, protecting the sounds

The sun is the promise, of greatness ahead

You cover your eyes, afraid of the light

The Rays on your skin, a blanket of heat

You calmly enjoy, this new form of salvage

The turtles and camels, return in your sight

Curious fox on london streets

Running far, fixing you deep

he sees your soul, you let him in

Spartan you, running with him

Looking afraid, smile on your face.

Photo Credits: Anna Turowska

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