Flurries of snow falling from heaven
and the air is filled with soft
sighs and lamenting mist
A heart locked in dreamy silence
forever floating in the wind
A dusting a flurry a ghostly moan
from a distant past
Month: November 2019
Where you wanted to be
I could have been a trace of lead
scribbled on paper
I could have been a lady bug
perched on a delicate flower
Or a helpless ant
carrying weight
twice my size
You would still
walk all over me
to get where you
wanted to be
Fire
As you begin to take
all the courage have left
and you pick up
the pieces and stare at the sapphire sky
you ignite the fire
hidden in your heart all along…
Over a cup of coffee 