gray skies
and bitter cold
conspire to shut me indoors.
outside, a few
fluffy flakes of snow
slightly heavier than air
gently float downwards
and dust unraked
oak leaves
still scattered
across the empty acres
of my lawn.
(mostly) short poems on life and love
gray skies
and bitter cold
conspire to shut me indoors.
outside, a few
fluffy flakes of snow
slightly heavier than air
gently float downwards
and dust unraked
oak leaves
still scattered
across the empty acres
of my lawn.
writer, dreamer, lover, seeker. labels never reach the heart of any matter, but they might be a place to start...