Slipping into oblivion,
quietly ruminating,
calling into the cold body
of the world.
There is a
gap of light
that can be seen
in the distance.
illuminating the darkness.
Writer in San Francisco, CA

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees
Slipping into oblivion,
quietly ruminating,
calling into the cold body
of the world.
There is a
gap of light
that can be seen
in the distance.
illuminating the darkness.