in Praise Of Little Things #life is made of little things. They seem like nothing, Hiding behind our memories Under a white veil. But they give us peace. Like tiny snowflakes singing in the wind. They only live a few seconds, Then disappear forgotten. It is the little things that make a difference Like a warm smile from a stranger On a cold rainy day Or a small gesture of kindness When the world looks grey. It is the little things you will remember When you leave this world.

Kenning: Dreams Dark rooms, Scary people, Distanced voices, Transparent ghosts, Fairy tales, Flickering shadows, Falling into the darkness, Familiar faces, Laughter, The sound of an alarm clock, Time to wake up.

Kenning: Winter A cold goddess, The white death, The mysterious fog, A dark veil, The red sky, Long nights, A white cloak, Chilly air, A husky voice.

Kenning: Wind Trouble bringer, A silent whisperer, A fierce destroyer, A lost spirit, A gentle voice, An invisible friend, An erratic wanderer, An ancient song

Frozen Love Drifting away the memories of his past, The first time the met, All days that surpassed. Wild waves crushing his heart, The day when his world fell apart. The moonlit sky, The last goodbye, Her last smile before she passed away, Memories bring another gloomy day. The grey sky on a rainy day, Her white face that will never be the same. Many winters came and went, But the time froze for him on that day, He is still looking at a distant star, Hoping, waiting...