“A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one’s heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away. ” — George Eliot

Perceptions

noon hour dismal gray reminds me how I feel no special reason for feeling forlorn light snowflakes fall flail down the bare earthen land  mystifying broken bare branches strewn across the yard an irritated wind tweaked them off their limbs like a manicure a few days before glassy snow crystals gleemed at me I wanted…

Broken

wipe the tears trailing down my face black mascara a splotched disgrace he turned from me winner he embraced how will I ever show my face? to fail means ruin to fall stigmatizes to run discredits is there any reason to go on? find my worth in who I am not pretentious nor contentious full…

Winter Rages

One strives for words to qualify, the scene that plays before her eyes. For syllables to beautify, this tempest gusting ‘cross the skies. The tiny specks of white make blind, please don’t forget to wear your shades. The landscapes brightest than most kind, compares to how the sun parades. Cruel cold, its nip stings like…