Horizontal, or vertical.

Short, or long.

Higher, or lower. ...

A hazy stack of wisdom.

Stretching like an empty

Highway, to infinity. ...

Frozen tears,

Painted on nature’s young.

No different than, ...

Symmetrical and congruent,

Yet hazy.

How life should be, ...

Like society,

Nature is also closed.

The sun’s sparkling winks, ...

Streaked in tears,

On a grey, windy day.

But don’t worry. ...

Old, used,

A bit of rust, yet classy.

Beauty, from a generation, ...

Today feels strange.

Don’t know why.

Maybe full moon, or ...

Tomorrow,

I’ll run through you,

Bundled up, ...

Thriving, on wood,

Or surviving,

On hard, cold, stone. ...

Dangling icicles,

On a blue-skied, sunny day.

A few melt quickly. ...

Can’t stop,

Staring at her.

Fallen...

Worn out,

Happy,

Still carrying life. ...

So many days together.

In wind, sun, rain.

But never this way. ...

Snow-covered,

But intact.

Standing tall. ...

Raindrops,

Hazy trees, snow, and

An empty road. ...

Give the mind time,

Space, and nothing to do,

It’ll become confused. ...

Some days,

We get angry,

Excited, ...

Leaving our prints.

Thinking it matters.

Blind to yesterday, and ...

A cold winter day.

Snowflakes silently falling.

A gentle, unseen breeze, ...