Day 951, in dark.
wandered far in dark
a veiled shelter loomed slowly
perhaps for lost souls.
Day 950, pressures.
External pressures
trying to push me away
only my head spins.
Day 949, statues.
The black trees statues
saluting a winters gift
dead leaf’s decompose.
Day 948, winters first day.
In winters first day
light snow in the afternoon
the sea is withdrawn.
Day 947, anger.
Anger is burning
toxic judgements try their way
the ashes will tell.
What do you think?
Day 946, gilded.
Gilded horizon
the promise that never ends
even standing tall.
Day 945, natures spirit.
A world to unknown
that story told in your mind
in natures spirit.
Day 944, insight.
Standing in the cold
feeling the walk up end sun
a warming insight.
Day 943, meaningless.
Invented controls
gauges meaningless signals
this sham played our mind.
Day 942, my woven net.
Thoughts loop in the past
orbiting back to land here
in my woven net.
Day 941, mindscape.
Painting a mindscape
Past blue seas and hills to climb
In my thoughtful mind.
Day 940, countless.
Countless to stand still
in cold water that rises
still we are unknown.
Day 939, black and white.
A future’s bright light
overexposed realism
a mere black and white.
Day 938, last breath.
For billions of years
rocks whether slowly away
after our last breath.
Day 937, from where.
