Bitter wind nips at my raw skin.

I wonder, what was it that I did?

But then the vengeful gusts

paused for a few sweet moments.

Is that the sweet scent of summer

creeping its way over?

Or is it just the possibility of

something past the icy storm?




I promised myself that I would keep up with this, and I have not done a great job of that. I have decided to make a conscious effort to post at least once a week, so we’ll see what happens. I need an outlet for some reflection and creativity. A lot of big things have been happening in my life lately, and writing about them seems to usually help me. I also haven’t been composing many poems lately, and that definitely needs to change.So, here’s to a new year!