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the sea is withdrawn.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.
