Encapsulated
Winter’s perfect protector
Autumn was weeping
Caught
Tag Archives: cold
Depletion
Woke up
To freezing Temps
Snowflakes
And
Wind, my muse.
Howling comes
Stumbling
Down the alley, while
Grey tones rob me
Of my encouraging mood.
This is what happens
When I consider
Life without light
And neverending blues.
Lovely
Crisp morning breeze,
Gorgeous snappy haste,
Invigorating and hyper scene
Releases a desire to accentuate
Temperatures under 40°, lovely
Curling Fragments
Presented hard
Cold to the touch
Disbelieving
Under an artisan’s hands
Weakening
Soft swirls of metal
She becomes
Shimmering fragments
Glistening diamond shades
A curling pillow
Lays before him as he slaves
His to create, having her no other way
Ice Season
A Field in South Texas
Growing a field of ice
A farmer’s work never done
Even in South Texas
