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

W~ white whispy flakes slowly drifting to the ground
I~ indoors, bundled, huddled, snuggled, & cuddled
N~ nature's greatest showcase
T~ trees trembling naked in the bitter blowing winds
E~ eyes sleepily gazing at the warm flickering candlelight
R~ resting...resting. . . r e s t i n g . . .

blanketed in a polar cold
woven by the hollow sun
the hibernating hills
dream of sultry days
and the return
of forsaken love

The mountain is hard to climb, river shifted,
I have no trickle or mote of strength.
I see that now the window's bright again.
Besides the road, cloudy mist feed into blossom,
Each petal further adding one more to spring.
My sigh mourn in snow dust,
Yearning, my writing continue to spread.

grey snow rushes at me
just how the world would be if i
understood it. the sky
is spread out, mystified, as if
i read its hieroglyphs
and from them gain the gift, the one
guidance long forgotten,
lest it pulls us undone. i read.

Winter snow  today
Beautiful postcard vieuws
Memories to stay
are made today.

Shell ✨🐚