
A winter palette
Painted hues of seasons past
Bitter winds unleashed
White-washed mountains, whirling snow
Seeing more for seeing less
A winter palette
Painted hues of seasons past
Bitter winds unleashed
White-washed mountains, whirling snow
Seeing more for seeing less
I would never allow that, she says.
(She never thought she would either)
but normalcy is creeping.
Walk a mile in her shoes,
smile masking defeat.
Look past the shell,
past the barbs,
past the
front.
Silently waiting
Capturing movement through space
Erotic, carnal
Chill of pre-dawn air yields to
Unwavering candescence