Fluffy little snow flakes Came falling on the roof Crystals of water painting The whole world white Out came the sun And water soon to flow And the fluffy little snow flakes Took over the kitchen
under a blanket of grey I am touched by winter's quiet any movement seems subdued against the coldness in the air so many wish to move so many sit silently they watch from their windows (the geese fly by in formation)... Continue Reading →
The sky is orange. It is not the subtle fragrance of nakedness that implores me along the earth searching for wet, moist soil; But the fact that I can see nothing but white for miles, and I know the earth... Continue Reading →
Cat Over Clock 