Sometimes life holds many things but for some reason we always want more than what we have and when we don't have something, we strive to get it, we work tirelessly to keep it and then know what it means when we lose it.

I see that you are reflecting on the past year, you are pondering the future, uncertain of what it holds but knowing that you'll always have nature to keep you calm.

Beautiful, and touching
Hugs and love
x

This is EPIC, I love the idea of the squirrel. This poem is flawless. Great job old fella ;)

The price of age
ways heavily upon
a heartbeat, as
the winter storm
rages on.

- I think many people will relate to this thought, especially at this time of year where we look back and notice just how fast time had passed and how everyone suddenly seemed more grown up all of a sudden and things age before us realising it. I experiece this a lot with myself, my family and the dogs etc. It is a mixeed feeling to have because it shows us just how precious the gift of time is.

Secretly searching
for innocence in
trees, blanketed
with scarves of
warmth, I am still-

Calm ~

- well it wouldn't be a true poem from you if you did not include something of nature would it? This little image here is beautiful and sets the tone of being warm and comforted through the coldness of winter.

Searching endlessly
for acorns of truth,
a wisdom that is buried
beneath a frozen
tear drop, trapped
like an icicle,

- love your wording here, very wintery and sharp. This searching for something oculd relate to many things, it could be comfort, it could be more time, it could be the secrets of the world and of life, or it could simply just be peace and how to hold onto that. ALthough I really do have to be honest and say I could not help myself but think of the poor little squirrel in Ice Age, searcing for his acorn!

a squirrel I have become;
I grow hungry,
but the beauty
of Natures end
devours my need
for more....

- very powerful ending and unique idea of comparing yourself to a sqiurrel for this expression. Good job on this poem, very creative and fitting with the time of year. xx