Winter’s solsitial winds moan
Commanding their icy brumal stillness
Assaulting through slumbering roots and limbs
Echoing as a threnodical song of death
Nakedly battering upon the equinoctial spheres
Within the frostbitten zephyrus season enshrining
As alabastrine jewels blanket the sovereignty of life
The hibernal glaciers kiss upon the compass of time
Whispering celestial clues to the canescent moons…
This writing was completely serene, and relaxing. The music selection went so well with the entire production. I wish you would place the white jewels in poetry and facebook though. I think it will get far more attention.
Sepsis knocked her down and out. Faith, hope, and gave her the strength to get back on her feet. I am a Runner She fought the river of death They said she'd never run again
She proved them wrong...
