chaoticallysmallpoetryOct 14, 20191 min readArcticIt’s the weight from powder that makes me smile. The evergreens lightly spackled and the sharp chill that slaps, making faces ruby red.The solstice where Apollo sleeps late, only to show up half baked.Poems0 views0 comments
It’s the weight from powder that makes me smile. The evergreens lightly spackled and the sharp chill that slaps, making faces ruby red.The solstice where Apollo sleeps late, only to show up half baked.
LabyrinthWhen future knocks on my door, it emphasizing the growth I have taken the staircase that never stop going. Forever growing and in either direction.
Beautiful.the clouds moving across the pale blue sky, dripping rain down on my patio. My cats sleeping next to each other, butt to butt, when about two years ago they couldn't stand each other. They breathe in
Cold RushTime to increase down the aisle. Opening up to something else that I can't see, to feel the assault of love slap me in the face.