[Laughing Man]

It was a soft morning
Cold, but soft
In the end of this
Soft is alone
Cold staring out
That open window
That ice
That cold cold ice
Had covered in December
Still clinging to the memory
Of warmth
You weep
You weep
And open up a book and forget

Intended circumstance
That heaven brushed
With the wet painter
Dipping into the ocean
And stroking a breeze
A cross like a blanket

And slowly one wonders
Why and how or what
A pebble on a beach, endless
A single black pebble in a sea
Of white, that is us.
Alone and cold.
Turned out nice again

[Corneac]

Nice descriptions and very well written. I enjoyed this one Tyler.

[Lubesh]

A lovely arrangement and beautiful words.loved the artist bit.

[Laughing Man]

Thanks lube.

[SeaN]

Intended circumstance
That heaven brushed
With the wet painter
Dipping into the ocean
And stroking a breeze
A cross like a blanket

Brilliant image! very nicely written. I know how you feel- I'm ready for spring as well

[Laughing Man]

Thanks NY for the comment.