Sparkling, silvery, shades of grey.
Skin, shivering, brain of dismay.

Trees, trancing, bare naked sky.
Patiently, pondering, preparing to fly.

Wind, whistling, a dancing swoon.
Sounds, serenading a sparkling moon.  

Secret , system of the seasons.
The rhythm of winter needs no reasons.

Seasonal affective disorder,
Justify this infective inorder.

Rise and fall

So is the motion of the seas,
So is the wind among the trees.

So is the breeze upon my back
So is the hope, for not I lack.

So is the snow that winter brings,
So is the water in earthly springs.

So is the leaf of autumn's call,
So is the grief of tears that fall.

So is the sun of early June,
So is the blush of fields in bloom.

So is the challenge of deep within,
So is the beauty in everything.

Into the darkness, I roam.
Fear does not follow.

Alone I stand in the black abyss.

My light shines bright,
My heart, aplomb.

I wander into the deep,
My soul, complete.

What will I see,
When I turn to a ghost.

Things with no price tag,
Are worth the most.

A night sat under the sky,
No paper could ever buy.

In the mountains from tree to tree.
For fortune, not will I plea.

I'll keep my wealth in me,
In nature I'll ever be.