Touches of pink
on skin and sky.
Silhouettes of swifts
pivot a perfect slither
of crescent moon.

Garden sprinkler
spits and splutters -
fearing winter
on the edge of summer.

Perplexed with intoxication
Visualize not mentalization
Saturated overcame this destination
...
Life

A soft song
Carries on through
The dead of winter

On this cold night
Nothing but a sigh
Of a soft and gentle voice

Not a soul can be seen
On a blank canvas of fresh white snow

Only her gentle melody
Lures me
And I follow her song

Within this blank canvas
The frozen soft breeze is mesmerizing

Still, her beautiful song
Pulls at my feet
Captivating me

A winter of desolation
Was never lonely by her side