Like a freight train, Screaming by. Or a tornado, Whipping through. No pause, no harbor, little hope. How to reach the still waters? When chaos takes hold.
A piece of the sky, So calm and so blue, evokes Blissful days, no fear. Dead fingers of cold, reaching - Tell old man winter is near.
A voracious woman fails to recognize when madness invades her life.
Withered, stiff, dull, dead? Within, sounds of life - burrow. Hidden, sheltered, safe.
Bursting forth, through death And decay; Burning so bright, In fierce defiance.
Another passage. First so bright! Then…dull. Reminds, One day I will rest.
Two creatures, huddled. Backdrop of darkness, falling. Together, survive.
Fingers extending; Threatening cold, advancing Darkness to follow.
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