Old feelings have died. Quiet; Until a stolen touch. Will they reignite?
Outside a surprise – Mild, humid, warm air evokes Palm trees, beach sunsets. So, enjoy the brief respite, Winter is only just here.
Always seek to find That spot of color, that bit of light Whose job it is to remind That even when cold, even when gray Hope is not far behind
Snow in the city, Mostly messy; but for a moment – glorious.
Gray day – dull, muted. Brown lifeless leaves, scattering. Earth ready to sleep.
From towering limbs They drop, gently floating down – Coloring the sky.
[NO SPOILERS] I guess I have Game of Thrones to thank for my latest obsession. I recall seeing countless advertisements for Succession during the ill-fated Season 8 of Game of Thrones. The premise Succession seemed intriguing enough but I resisted the temptation to watch until a few weeks ago. At the time I was tooContinue reading “Succession: My Latest (TV) Obsession”
Black bodies pulsing, Pecking; An ominous sign? A murder most fowl?
I think I am falling, Down a dark hole; No obvious stumble, Yet here I go. No spark of interest, No energy to spare, No urge to engage, Or even to share. Just snap out of it now – I know they will say; Were it that easy, To get up and play. But hardContinue reading “Falling”
Hello! Do you see? No yet, oh no, but soon – ho! Cold, dark, mean winter!