My Picture: Poetry and coffee this evening.
Xinxiang Blue
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No snow in Harbin.
My Picture” Yesterday at Harbin Airport – due to snow in Henan…delays, delays and delays…..
They are calling for passengers to Pudong, those to Shenzhen are already too late.
One more person to be found for the flight to Quingdao….
…..still searching.
Under a concrete overhang I keep a stiff – upper lip, waiting for the call for Zhengzhou.
The lady with the beautiful voice tells me 16:55…. and to wait….
but she talks to anyone who will listen.
And now the people to Beijing are arriving,
with great expectancy and snowstorms behind them.
Harbin Airport
My Picture: Taken this evening at Harbin Airport.
Dark against the morning,
a chance meeting.
Cold air all around us,
ice and sadness now flown.
A spoken goodbye.
Last night in Harbin
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My Pictures: Taken today…I will fly back to Xinxiang tomorrow after 10 days in Harbin.
I travel with my thoughts
and the moments I find.
Legs grown warm from walking,
and re-presenting life.
Frozen Songhua, half-light
gives sweet solace……
From this wandering soul,
half-naked in twilight cold.
Walking the streets in Harbin
My Pictures: Harbin, China this evening.
Ice melts on the road,
full moon shining on.
Step-by-step, still I slip.
Hopes dimmed in time.
The streets lights casts shadows
…. a bitter loss.
Your face, a spring breeze
and warm change.
A river cracks
My Pictures: Songhua River Bridge this evening. Harbin, China.
Walking alone on the Songhua River,
a soft hiss and a crack.
White sides to the moon,
and ice stars all around.
A quick slide in half-light.
And in bridge shadow,
reflected memories, no sun.
Cold air fills with strong scent….
…… beginning to thaw.
Sunset in Harbin
My Picture: Taken this evening in Harbin, China.
Sunset, becomes half a moon.
Winter is almost over.
A short pause for deep thought,
makes brilliant the darkening trees.
Snow people of Harbin
My Pictures: Taken this evening , Songhua River, Harbin, China.
Away from the crowds,
I found the snow people.
Once snowflake beautiful,
now silent and waiting for the longest night.
Just moments before,
made with tiny hands and love.
And wishing fame would last for ever.
Now those clouds, war horses on the march…
will have their day.
At first, they would not talk to me
but I reached to the clouds.
I wanted to know what the snow people
thought about life and death.
The British one found me and whispered in my ear……
“ Why are you here… there is only endless change, and no destinations”.
Zhongyang Street
My Pictures: A cold evening in Harbin
Hidden around the bleating clouds,
I see your silence on winter trees.
Wrapped inside a crystal veil,
to make an even face.
Within the width of this cold day,
nothing but a sunless smile.
With frost, a spectre grey
and pale moon looking on.
Songhua River
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My Pictures: Taken today in Harbin, Heilongjiang, China – Walking on the frozen river.
A Wandering Poet 