A blanket of dust obscures our picture. Soft earth once your skin, now dusted with snow.   This sheet had layered over months without warmth. However, we are soon to hold each other again.   Then spring will dawn upon the rains of April and shower...

Regardless of summer joyousness, I will sense the overcast of wintry darkness.   Sometimes I will feel happiness, yet there is that which lingers smotheringly.   Always at the brim of my eyes is a teary shower   which glazes over my eyes and thunderous shouts...

Inspired by: The Original Caste - One Tin Soldier https://youtu.be/VmJ9mt9GeQQ?si=DH46kkJ2cGzUg5o0 Tom Foley used to be a childwho loved to have funnever caring about skinculture or religion yelling out on the jungle gymlet's do war!playing until the streetlights came onhe left his...

Frigid, calm front hides in northern winds, the vast sky of my bedroom dims. Stream in winter Iced over, mother’s embrace letting go at bedtime.   Still raining, sky’s dark pillow, eyelids become anchors, smothering.   The cold front blanketing these damp lids, peacefully covers the coming storm.