The first snowfall is always so confusing.
It paints the picture of a new beginning.
A freshly plowed road provides clear direction.
The evergreen catches every flake and changes it’s appearance.
The sun melts the snow.
The evergreen reveals who it has always been.
The road turns wet and dirty.
Another snow will tempt us with another chance for change.
Only season after season will we see the real change.
The evergreen grows taller, the road gets longer.
The last snowfall just marks time.
It paints the picture of a new beginning.
A freshly plowed road provides clear direction.
The evergreen catches every flake and changes it’s appearance.
The sun melts the snow.
The evergreen reveals who it has always been.
The road turns wet and dirty.
Another snow will tempt us with another chance for change.
Only season after season will we see the real change.
The evergreen grows taller, the road gets longer.
The last snowfall just marks time.
Where did that come from?
Was it a dream or some experience that created these views?
I can’t always identify the muse
For hours the page reveals nothing
Seconds later, words race across the screen.
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Was it a dream or some experience that created these views?
I can’t always identify the muse
For hours the page reveals nothing
Seconds later, words race across the screen.
Read more....