I am soothed by
biting winds, sheets of ice
killing frost and
tranquil, stagnant cold.
Nature reveals
the inward winter of
my soul
is transient as
the changing seasons.
the rolling tides.
the waning moon.
the setting sun.
I am soothed by
biting winds, sheets of ice
killing frost and
tranquil, stagnant cold.
Nature reveals
the inward winter of
my soul
is transient as
the changing seasons.
the rolling tides.
the waning moon.
the setting sun.