This time of year It seems Can bring The very best The very worst Of people -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #142
It breaks his heart that all his hours seem in vain
Warm
Lukewarm tea Still warms my palms As they clutch on With feverish hope That it may warm me Down to my chilled bones -Kel Dayheart
Cold Front
Snowflakes whirlwind in chaos So it's no longer a pretty flutter But a brewing storm That may be stronger Than us -Kel Dayheart
Back-to-bed Weather
Snowflakes falling in a flutter Is beautiful and poetry inspiring This snow which falls In handful sized clumps Is just depressing And makes me wish I hadn't left my bed -Kel Dayheart
Tenuous
Glass is beautiful As it is fragile But one nudge And it is all Lost -Kel Dayheart
Early Night
Winter for all it's covers in white I associate it with black The deepest black of early nightfall And lowering temperatures -Kel Dayheart
Rules of Language
Flake of snow Drop of rain Who decided That this is the way That this is how We speak -Kel Dayheart
Undertow
I live life Like I'm drowning Barely keeping my head Above water As I lose air Lose stamina Lose confidence In my ability To stay Above the current Trying to drag Me down -Kel Dayheart
Accidental
Feeling the wheels Beneath me slip No longer controlled Adrenaline pumping As I endeavor Not to panic It does not work -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 