A hot stone condenses itself in the center of my forehead with the same intention of breaking glass. My mind so exhausted and drained meekly raises my numb hand to type as my eyes gaze at falling snow through the window. Winter, when the world becomes a gorgeous blank canvas. When silence is so vast … Continue reading Upon a Heavy Winter’s Mind
Dear Autumn, Your colors are of glory, though your presence brings fading life. Your beauty is radiant, but only with each passing light. And by the time you're over, the skies are painted grey. Your trees are bare with skeletal branches, over a sea of leaves. Though through your path of change, you never lead … Continue reading Dear Autumn
The tips of leaves turn to rust as your fingers gently caress their body. From your cold hand comes warm colors so shortly lived. But on this day you blow kisses, sending your art to the ground. A storm rides on your back and the air grows humid from the clouds; exercising their grey weight. … Continue reading Autumn’s Kisses
It was a cool September night. The wind kissed my neck and cheek bones, sending chills down my spine and body each time it blew. The air was fresh with tree breath and crisp in a way that only the northern world can be. The sky was flooded with starlight and a full moon had … Continue reading Moon Light upon the Meadow
Into the late hours time seems to past, the mind awake, for creativity's sake. Yet all the while, cozy in their rooms: typing, writing, thinking, reading what ever the excuse! It is a type of hunger, a required taste for those who stay up late. A rush of imaginative charm with little harm except for … Continue reading Moon Girl
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