An empty canvas
I once was
Clear, pure and yet to be discovered
I desired the simple touch of paint
And envied the true essence of colour
But
When the day finally came
I wasn’t painted
Beautifully
Yet invaded
Brutally
By the darkest shade of misery.
Dec 8, 2025
Dec 8, 2025 at 11:59 PM UTC
As the sun cracks the sky,
the staying birds take flight.
The glistening of snow elevates,
with the first morning light.
My breath dances upon my lips,
shuttering with steam.
As the frozen north awakens
me from a sleepless dream.
From the front door,
a moment of envy.
For the summers of green,
and the rivers aplenty.
But the beauty is not lost,
in these mountains of snow.
The wonders of winter,
and the crisp serenity I know.
Dec 6, 2025
Dec 6, 2025 at 9:53 AM UTC