Strong, irresistible impulse to travel by
hiking through snow as white as ivory...
I wish the sky would sprinkle
her morning dew...
So similar yet in worlds so far apart;
We have our knowledge, our books, our cities...
Through searing cold and howling rain
Unprotected, un-nurtured, in hostile darkness...
Pitter patter with a bit of splatter,
They call me... Precipitation...
Wolves of the night
Standing tall...
Walking out into the crisp cold air.
You step on some leaves...
The distant roar
Of an approaching storm...
Iridescent wings
float fragile body briskly...
This is so fantastic
the sun shines bright on top of nature...
The restless wind beckoned today,
Come, come ride the open road...
I'm staring out into the night
Trying not to cry...