I ponder for hours but I’m really churning the same crap into mush. __________ Advertisements
The stomach churns and aches while the head is pounding but go on–I must. __________
Sitting under the oak tree feeling protected from severe weather.
His path, long and dark, where choices were sinister and he’d not look back.
Darkness dwells below this willow and yet sunlight dances on its crown.
In cosmic space-time you get limited moments to love and give thanks
Our time together was memorable but brief, yet long lasting too.
It appears death won: The bare trees and frozen ground, but no, wait for Spring.