As you step out your house
in the deep summer night...
Rolling hills
mountains...
Winter is ending,
Spring is near...
Am I the only one,
That looks at the little things...
Winter Nights
I love long winter nights...
A quiet day in the midst of December,
Oh, where have all the singing birds gone...
Vines exploring,
My eyes adoring...
One day a sopran had to cross a river.he ask the...
The stars no longer pinned to the black
Fell to the earth with a mighty crack...
In the skies above
See the clouds so high and pure...
Snowflakes falling to the land,
Dream is not coming to the end...
Winter does not fit me well
with it's white skirt of frigid drapery...