Your cold breath frozen Counting days until Spring As bare limbs turn white
Your cold breath frozen Counting days until Spring As bare limbs turn white
Squirrels must still play As crows soar through the grey sky With dancing snowflakes
Two thousand fourteen In shark infested water There is no perfect
To new beginnings Procrastinated for sleep Awakened in dreams
Making lists again Looking back as the mist clears New Resolutions
Somber ashen sky. Dark clouds forewarn of more storms. Crows laugh at the threat.
One blue jay soaring, through blowing and swirling snow. A wonderful show.
Bitter cold silence, and the sounds I never hear. I just never heard.
Crows glide on light breeze as sound returns to the world I listen again
No footsteps are seen The Snow is a blank canvas Beginning again
