The darkness closes around me this night,
The moon takes over this midnight painting...
Two birds in a bush
calling out to each other...
Crackles
heard from afar...
The sound of new frost,
Crunching under leather boots...
The last day bird calls
a single sigh to the dark...
A frothy mass of blue and white,
hurtling towards the shore...
Who am I?
Who am I...
The autumn wind was cool and comforting as I hiked...
Raucous Rooks and spluttering brooks
All tied up with spring...
When I'm hateful I feel like the high tide
pushing and pulling with retaliation...
Boreas, the North Wind
I walked along the sidewalk...
Orange leaves dance in front of my eyes,
The wind pressing against my face...