My garden is white,Blanketed in sudden snow,As the breathless frost,Kissed my poor, surprised flowers,Now, delicate statuettes.
Tag: Nature
A false spring true
The morning sunrise,Feels a little bit early,Rousing me from sleep. My sigh is a cloud,On an otherwise clear day,Rising to the skies. Frost rimes the window,Frames the world a wintry hue,Melting into spring. Cat slowly stretches,Yawning away a long nap,Stretching, feeling wild. Old man settles in,A blanket across his lap,As cool air grows warm.
The last snow
The late falling snow, Melts with the gentlest sigh, Like fond memories.
Cutting Ties
It’s an awful life cycle, Love, Strangers meet, like the only two people waking a dark, hollow world. Exulting in companionship, soft laughter does it’s work to tie their bodies closer together in conspiratorial intent, forming a fledgling friendship that shimmers into faint illumination, growing brighter brighter. That friendship which burns so brightly, white-hot in … Continue reading Cutting Ties
A Reminder from a Crocus
An inconsequential thought often occurs to me, About the despair that proceeds the realization, That eventually comes to all of us, That we are, to be frank, but idle passing thoughts, Of a truly awful and grand cosmic procession, Whose fleeting lives can neither be confirmed nor denied, By anyone truly aware of the scope … Continue reading A Reminder from a Crocus
Betwixt the Fallen Snow
There is odd comfort in our nature's regression, Sensing the veil of winter about to rush in, We abandon all our duties, get back to bed, Sharing warmth between us, playfully playing dead. But the genius that animates our bodies such, Turns chill to so much heat that it burns to the touch, So let … Continue reading Betwixt the Fallen Snow
The Fox and the Maiden’s Daughter
There used to be stories about the silver foxes that lived in the forests near the Deep. The oldest of these folktales claim that they were once fairies, spirits who lived in the world between our own and the land of gods, and served as messengers, envoys, and heralds of fortune. Perhaps it is because … Continue reading The Fox and the Maiden’s Daughter
Quiet mornings in the country
Warm kiss of sunlight,The flutter of consciousness,Gently stirring life. Coffee pours freely,Filling the mug to the brim,Steam whirls in a dance. The morning silence,Interrupted by laughter,Shared between old friends. Warm breeze stirs the field,In the early morning light,Green become golden. Sun casts long shadows,But our smile shines so brightly,Morning never ends.
An ending of a day
Descending daylight,Sky splashed in vibrant colors,Like firework displays. The birds grow silent,Cicadas take up the song,I don't know the words. The smell of dinner,Somewhere in the far distance,Children are called home. A flutter of cards,The raw rush of excitement,Somebody chuckles. Grass retains some warmth,Remembering the sunlight,Eagerly waiting. Light nestles in night,It's time to go back … Continue reading An ending of a day
The rain in the midlands
Piercing through the fog, My senses slowly return, To the sound of rain. Eagerly waiting, Behind cloudy horizons, There is a warm sun. Rain falls like curtains, Denoting end of the play, Yet I cry, "Encore!" Road becomes muddy, Though my sandals are ruined, Flowers are happy. Exhaustion sets in, The bench is damp, as … Continue reading The rain in the midlands
Discarded Recollections 