A light snow falls
Gazing at the thin frozen mirror on the pond
Golden leaves sprinkled on its' surface
3 fish nestled into a winter meditation
No shadows beneath a grey blanket sky
My coffee is warm and so is she
Change
Re: Change
winter breathes down our necks
so we turn to the fire in our souls
to remind us that the world spins
whether we perceive it or not, we
raise a cup of hot joe
embrace all the good in our lives....
so we turn to the fire in our souls
to remind us that the world spins
whether we perceive it or not, we
raise a cup of hot joe
embrace all the good in our lives....
the death of empathy is the birth of barbarism
Re: Change
......nice one artguy....its what poetry is all about for me.... 
me I feel like I'm becoming some kinda Kung fu t.v. Priest.....