have we all felt at certain times:
no matter how hard i try
i am not getting anywhere
well this is certain times
and writing always helps me
winter did arrive here, those black boulders are covered in snow
the white feather too
how can something that looked so beautiful when i found it
now suddenly seem full of teardrops and it is making me cry
don't let me worry you, underneath all that snow, the grass is still golden, the rosehips red.
when i stepped out on the porch tonight in the dark i spooked a deer
and all is quite well
how can a few light words being whispered, rattle me that deep
am i that fragile?
where is the strong woman that is me?