Winter Welcome to 2011 Rumbling thunder sounds Bright flashes jolt morning skies Change in the weather.
Ginger scents the air Snowflakes blow sideways outdoors Wet boots stand empty. Seasons change; new life New year and promise
The lights and music Resonate through chill air and Winter rituals. Digging the spirit, But not the commercial trash. Sell,
What is the well-spring of creation Does it lie without or within Why are we troubled by temptation Doomed to
+++ I pluck at my eyes Drooped lids stick to reddened orbs Sleep. I need more sleep. +++ I ask;