Splashes
Ominous looking clouds...
Winter may bare
A cold and windy chill...
An Angel came down
In a mystical flower...
Frozen lake
Children skating...
Shushing shadows swish
Low 'neath the sea...
I crave those things
white styrafoan pleasures...
So much depends
Upon...
Whispers of wind tangle through the sky,
carrying it far away...
I wake up from a warm deep sleep
it's 7:30 yet its dark out...
My world is monochrome and bleak.
A blanching carpet of bitter water...
There is a lone bench sitting under a scarlet tree
Dead leaves surrounded this simple desolate place...
All knowing rain gods shimmering in the breeze,
Taking the form of dampened trees...