Frozen, icy backroads,

Are great.

No traffic, ...

Circles of time,

Carrying rainbows of stories.

Living in memories, ...

On snowy days,

Slow is best.

Then again, ...

In this world,

It’s helps to be,

Like forest trees. ...

When it’s wintertime, and

Snowy hills call,

Then prepare well. ...

A new week.

Piles of work await,

Quietly beckoning. ...

A happy,

Surprised smile,

Where least expected. ...

Frozen trails,

Devoid of noise.

But if you’re still, ...

Nameless,

Faceless angels,

Casting shadows, ...

Frozen days,

Revealing strange sights.

A four-legged man, or ...

Passed by days,

Have carved their way.

Stories lived, ...

Unusual winter days,

When skies wear

Tinges of orange, ...

May look complicated,

Even menacing.

But in reality, ...

Bashful,

Sitting on her arms.

Eyes apart, ...

Simplicity,

In a noisy world…

Develop principles, ...

As days pass, and

Marks are left behind,

In every corner of this world, ...

Planted memories,

At times forgotten,

Yet growing daily, ...

Everything and everyone,

Is special.

Like grass, ...

Frosty mornings,

Above it all.

Where blue skies, ...

Grow.

Believe.

Just be. ...