Year’s Cold Edge 



I feel fear’s cold edge 

Darkness descending early 

Wearing my wool clothes 

Autumn’s presence now permeates the air. Leaves fall with vigor.  

Winter’s Edge

Life is beautiful

Yet also cruelly brutal

I feel winter’s edge  

The strange dichotomies of life. Finding beauty with the deep sadness upon friend’s wings. At times I feel an awkward wonder at what our heart’s hold at the same time. 

Lessons about Winning 

I struggle to see 

That “not losing” and “winning”

Are not the same thing

I’ve been working on myself lately. Adjusting my.mind, embracing the possibilities, and releasing all the fears lurking within, holding me back.