Snowflakes; bits of dust that come rushing in the wind, eluding the brush
for Algot
A place to gather words before they get lost.
Snowflakes; bits of dust that come rushing in the wind, eluding the brush
for Algot
Our bodies shiver in the freeze before sunrise; huddle in, for warmth
Her entangled thoughts dance to the rhythm of peace, but who's listening?
A dusting at dawn, the monotony of snow settles in, like peace
As geometry, each flake of snow takes it shape, tumbling in pattern
Holler, if it's there; a bear, wandering the woods with cubs by her side
A crack in the seam, the winter chill rides a draft through memory's dream
Waves, in rhythmic sing; the cold sea's lost symphony reaches out to me
Charcoal on paper; dark smudges against the white creating contrast
Two-dimensional letters in a writing space; a poem, falling flat
for Algot