Still unsure,

After these years,

What’s behind the door.:..

Not every experiment

Need be scientific.

Sometimes playfulness, and ...

Some mornings,

The sky seems on fire.

But there is no warmth. ...

Early morning frost.

When winter’s uncertain,

Whether to flee or stay. ...

Sadness.

Trying to escape,

On a cold winter day. ...

It’s there.

Beyond those trees,

Barely perceptible, ...

Old book.

Cover in tatters.

Binding broken ...

On a sunny day,

There are miles to see.

Today’s cold, grey, foggy. ...

Majestically adorned

By winter fragile coat.

Even on mountaintops, ...

Good old days,

When cows grazed

On our doorsteps. ...

It’s turbulent outside.

May have to crash land.

Hold my hand. ...

Some days, we explode.

Days, when it burns inside.

Reasons appear vague. ...

Hot summer days,

When shadows danced

On an old wall. ...

So many nuts there.

But I only have two.

Oh well. ...

Clarity and chaos.

Hard to differentiate,

Find meaning, or ...

Dried.

Folding inwards.

Waiting for a breeze. ...

Signs point the way.

They don’t lie.

But best read them ...

Some beliefs,

Need to be shattered,

Before life ...

Cloudy skies,

Hiding distant mountains,

Yearning to be seen. ...

“This year, I promise…”

To be reckless, carefree, goofy.

Laughing at situations, ...