And all last week the skies
dumped ***** rain

now the sun shines
birds chirp

a brook babbles
time flies

as you stand letting life happen
in your shadow

Wind chimes rattling in the wind, playing their own kind of tune
Clattering of the bells ringing against the metal grate as the wind
whips through them
Trees bending in the wind, void of their foliage and green moving
to their own kind of rhythm
Snow lightly falling and blowing around like cotton candy strands
before gently nesting on the ground or other surfaces
It is the coming of winter and the start of the a new cycle in the
weather for the year
Cold easing its way into homes, bodies and open spaces replacing
the warm heat of the summer with a new found friend
Temperatures dropping outside like flies bringing a frigid feel to
the day and evening
Nighttime chills and darkness befall the city as it gets ready to put
its nightcap on for the sleep that is slowly coming

Sometimes the memories
Need to roll down my cheek
Before I can let them go

charcoal.

yes

a soft substance

easily crushed,

manipulated.

must ensure,

i am not.