As white snow falls from the sky...
The floor beneath me changes...
My starkest moments
have not been recorded, yet...
The sunlight beckons me over
To bask in its glorious rays...
It was a fast
against truth, in support...
Loaded Noah's Ark -
Animals and birds, a trust...
Breathtaking
Walking up the steep tall hill...
The early breath of winter skies
dusts my cheeks and bathes my skin...
Fear grips a family of words.
You are going to where you do not want...
The moon's tears
trickle along the rim...
Kia Tonu (Be Still)
Or alternatively: You fools thought I was done...
The sound of nature conveys a message
through the language of birds...
Gathering twigs along a brush
of mossy tears as wind gazers...