A spider under the doorknob,
Resting peacefully, yet carefully aware.
But even its senses can't prevent the
pressure and shock crushing it gently,
quickly. A rapid fall and another shriek,
beneath the shadow he goes, just like the ones
underneath
our feet.

Everything once said,
Turns then into acid.

Spoiling the tongue,
And decaying the jaw.
The mandible drops,
And the poison leaks.

My chest is no longer

what it once was.

But there was something in your
eyes
as you said it.
And at the time,
I read it as a kind of
nervousness.
But now I know that it was more of an
agony.

The wind elopes with golden leaves,
Forsaking sad and naked trees,
The glade lies still and holds its breath,
As winter steals into its bed.
The sudden touch of icy fingers,
The frosty breath that chills and lingers,
Slows life and sends it off to dream,
As plant and beast lie in wait of spring.
Under a pristine, snowy blanket,
Life slows and slumbers and it dreams,
Hardly a creature stirs the silence,
And frigid stillness reigns supreme.
The snowy veil ebbs and parts, behold:
Warm sun rays loosen winter’s hold!
And life awakens from its slumber,
With renewed zeal and full of wonder.