seasons

Spring Dreams

Cold trickle Downpour on the ledge My fingers try to take grip Like an idea on the balance beams of your mind Spin it Flip it Any way you like But it comes down to survival A hope for the future and The promise of eternal summer

WD 114 “The Eyes Watch the Body”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. The Eyes Watch the Body Autumn is a luxury A gift to those born in the spring When rains are heavy, cold and merciless Branches are greener for me, always greener Like a secret tucked away or an Insect, imprisoned in a paradise of amber SeeContinue reading “WD 114 “The Eyes Watch the Body””

WD 51 “No Gods”

A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth. No Gods In my dreams I’m Open I’m like an ashtray, collecting fragments of the things They Burned In the eternal fire For Winter passes Summer rages Spring cries down into the streams And fall Comes when you least expect it Like that unbearable look ofContinue reading “WD 51 “No Gods””