Sweetness,

Comes to you,

Naturally. …

When the tree is bare,

Everyone picked,

Yet you remain, …

Stars,

Shine as brightly,

As they can. …

Creativity,

Innocence and freedom,

Were in time replaced, …

Her icy smile,

Is frozen in my mind.

For many years now. …

How dull,

Life would be,

If everyone’s color, …

Only recently,

Did I realize,

That to wake up, …

I used to think,

To deeply feel,

Was a gift. …

Maybe angels,

Do have wings,

With open hearts, …

Not even winter’s,

Cold sunny glance,

That welcomes shadows, …

They looked at each other,

With questioning eyes.

And even though, …

It is those parts,

Frozen in time,

In search of light, …

Perhaps when freely,

I can embrace the dryness,

Imperfections and holes, …

Sometimes,

On quiet summer days,

We cook and freeze, …

It is that,

Which silently lives,

Beyond daily distractions, …

It is the fog,

That needs to lift,

To clear a mind, …

There are those folks,

Who are creative and bold,

In their daily ordinary world. …

It is the mystery,

Lurking underneath,

Waiting to emerge, …

How warming,

It would be,

If differences, …

In a turbulent world,

And ever-changing times,

It is traditions, …