#snowstorm
White shining sparkles
Mountains of white form a maze
Dragon breath glistens
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 3:06 AM UTC
In the long dark hours of night
Snow fell.
I stand four stories tall
Upon my tiny deck.
With joy I breathe the air
So cold and sharp
I feel cleansed from cell
To soul.
I sweep my sight down and back
The long line of fir and cedar,
Elder trees of a hundred years
Standing shoulder to shoulder,
My most constant friends.
Today each wears
A wrap of white tall and
Glistening in fall from the sky.
Brides of Christ?
Travelers of the Haj?
Or just old friends of the Creator?
Eventually I look downward
Upon a world made pure and simple,
No print of foot nor tire
To mar the snowy blanket,
No voice to mar
The icy silence.
I lay out food for my other friends,
No doubt hard in need of energy.
There is seed for the little ones,
Juncos, towhees and thrush,
Chopped peanut for crows and jays,
Suet for all.
This snowy morning
Creator sings
Of her creations.
Can you hear her?
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 6:36 PM UTC
I see it coming
We're going to crash again
It's going to happen
Something
Bad
Is
Going
To
Happen
They're going to be hit by a car
That house is going to come crashing down
I see it
I see it all
I see it
It's coming
We're going to crash again
I'm ******* terrified
I can't live how I used to before
I can't go on my phone anymore
I have to watch
I have to pay attention
We're going to crash again
Life isn't how it was before
And no one will understand
Mar 22, 2025
Mar 22, 2025 at 11:56 AM UTC
Whether you're a victim
Of a firestorm, sandstorm, snowstorm,
Remember: hell hath no fury
Like mother nature scorned
Feb 2, 2021
Feb 2, 2021 at 8:47 PM UTC
Pillow fight moments,
as a snow storm
of feathers
coat the room in a allure.
Weightless
snow ball fights ensue,
tickling those they gently grace.
Parents walk in,
stillness as the last feather descends.
Then laughter,
as mum & dad do pillow
snow angels on the floor.
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 3:51 PM UTC
Christmas music is playing softly
The snow is falling, delicatly dancing around us
The ground is freezing, the road is covered
Completely white
A white Christmas
Sirens can be heard, they're approaching quickly
The only light coming from the cars headlights
Enough light to see the blood
Turning the snow from white to red
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 2:15 PM UTC
They fall for all to see,
an emotional wreck.
The queen of selfies,
a broken mess.
Check the label,
grasp the best, outlier, different from the rest.
A wandering eye,
engaged to chaos.
An optimistic seed,
still part of growth,
masked with a broken cloak,
just something to fix,
truths scare most.
Weakened souls,
from broken homes,
destine to live disguised,
break from the chains of emotion,
and let lies die to let live what was hidden.
New beginnings.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC