Winter,
Ice cold blue sky
Provides no warmth at all
Trees stand guard, waiting for new life
Rebirth
Winter,
Ice cold blue sky
Provides no warmth at all
Trees stand guard, waiting for new life
Rebirth
Brainstorm
Ideas swerve
In and out to a quick
Tempo of mutual passion
Tick tock, creativity knocks
Spontaneuous thoughts are
A reflection
Of life
Secrets
I have a few
And so do you, the truth?
Unseen mystery, the foe of
Progress, eating at my spirit,
A hidden void deployed,
Darkness, quiet
Wonder
Believe
Inspiration
Time measured in flashes,
Set in motion by memories
Of the sun, only wanting the
Safety of yesterday,
Potential is
Endless
Retreat
A place of peace
That does not question or
Judge, a place that asks for nothing.
Sitting quietly, absorbing
And transforming the soul,
Cleansing the mind,
Content
Lazy Day
Snow is falling
White flakes accumulate
Like quiet memories lost in
A sugar coated fantasy
Waiting for warmth and time
To erase them
Lazy day
Blue sky
Fluffy white clouds
Floating dreamlike, vivid
And bizarre, detached from all hope,
Wandering alone, no passion
Fleeing wispy entrails,
Obscurity
No time
Mellow
Sounds flow outward,
Precocious melodies
Bleed through every pore, sadness
Seeping, creeping and weeping its
Way into my conscience,
Into my heart
My soul
Sunset
Red streaks stain an
Icy canvas, orange
Hues slide slowly between the trees,
Frosty limbs masking the death of
Each weary day, waiting
For destinies
New dawn
Canada geese fleeing the scene the day before a storm.
Escape
The coming storm,
Wings beating a hasty
Retreat, winters wrath the next stop?
A pledge made, subliminal path
Helping the flock to flee
Avoiding strife
Relief