The Snow Fails to make me Cold

Snow falls

Tundra calls

Biome fully engolfs

Shades fade, lightness made

Trust in my steps

Conscious, and adept

Rebuke what’s left

Make new, with each end.

Calm, and peace

Skate cleaned, icy bends

Warmth inside, electric

Cold pierces resistant thought

As I draw within

It’s time to begin.

Emergence of eccentric

Lime green, these sowed seeds

Will come again, this

Years come to an end

A cycles’ constant, reminds

That all things are

Made new, grow them

In your garden, mindful pain.

The “What if” of Me.

Lions, Panthers, and Bears..

Oh My? Oh Me? What is this, your sight set to see?

The Luck, The Rocket, The Roller coaster, Glee?

The Microphone, The words you speak? A call, a thank you, to set the score right, oh what about me?

A Castle, A Map, A paradise to reach?

I’ll see you there, YOUR if only… I guess we’ll see.

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