In these ugly times, my words reflect the nature.
Beauty is to be found, but it will be found later.
Like the hard-headed flower at the cusping of the spring,
My petals will soon open and sweet nectar it will bring.

When you breathe in you can feel the sharp spikes of winter
There goes another one, preparing for the winter Olympics, a dedicated sprinter
You can feel the quiet crunch of snow under your boots
You can see on the trees, the fresh winter fruits
Hear the branches swaying in the gentle breeze
The leaves brushing against each other slightly
You pull your scarf around your neck, giving it a small squeeze
Looking at the sky, you smile brightly
Another beautiful day, it might be
~ 10/2/21

root strike
for peas of zebra
on cotton silk

crimson sky shivers
sounds of spring water heating
fuming snowy breath 🌷

I long for spring to warm me up after the sub zero winter chills.
I long for spring to come and take away my ills.
The asthmatic weezing is getting old as well as the snow and cold.
Spring please come my way soon I pray.
I long for better and warmer and sunny days
Spring come and please stay awhile
I know that your very presence will make me smile especially when the trees grow leaves again and the flowers bloom
The birds will come back and sing you a tune
My heart always makes room for you too.

early clang
for sache of peaks
on goats' catamaran

In the sight of snowflakes
Landing on the trees
Sound of footsteps following away
No path is left and there's no right way

Shadow of the summer
Stalking down his prey
Quiet anger; but you can't say
By looking at his face

Not caring anymore what others think
Following his own pace
In the silent snowful forest
Slowly the sun stars to sink

early mountain
for haze of scullery
on a catch of spice