Let Winter Be Til Winter Ends Let winter be til winter ends The bitter tidings between friends Who locked in frozen night and day Still patient dream of early May. Let field-brush sweep against the bite Of winter wind and milky light that turns it shallow bone-dry grey- It patient waits for early May. Let birdsong cease and songbirds wait In winter nests for season’s fate and do what they don’t know or say- They patient wait for early May. Let winter be til winter ends til then, the poet turns her pens And from the window turns away- She patient waits for early May.

Untitled It hits you hard, it hits you hard When the rocks pile up And the hammer is in place to fall When you try to take a breath And your lungs just won’t fill And your soul is empty as a dried up well Well the sky is burned and the land is laid waste And no words that I know of could express my distaste As the sun rises up On another death day We spin on, and on, and on, and endlessly away Well I don’t believe we’re getting out of here Not even if we try There’s no real escape past the blood-tinted sky There’s toil and there’s soil and there’s work to be done As the earth turns another day under the sun So we wait for the day when the ground starts to tremble And the earth starts to crack far away in the distance And the hot-headed men shake their fists at the sky In their one final act of resistance And since we’re the paupers with nothing to lose There’s really no reason to fight it So we watch while the ones with the blood on their hands Beg for something more true to confide in Until that day comes when our ending is nigh and the battle scarred sky is rent open The sun will still rise in our night-weary eyes and hell, we might as well keep on goin’.

After The Monsoon And there were golden fields and there was rain, and there were dark clouds and there were blue skies; a seasonal dichotomy of warm and winter.

After The Storm Pine roasted coffee sits brewing on the stovetop as sun filters in The chill morning air Carries scents of dirt and rain Between gusts of wind Blue sky sparkles clean Milky white cloud in between Seperates the world Songbirds dart and chirp Freed from hiding under eaves As sunbeams unfurl. Soft wet soil sits After last night's stormy rage Silent now as one Dark edged, full with rain Moving onward from this town Leaving only sun. ##haiku #justforfun

The Nomad Make me something new every time I choose to move from city to city, robed in the splendor of becoming a new identity. promise the chance to begin anew, old mistakes passing away like lights dimming in the night as i rewrite my story. ##acrostic