There is peace and.

Seasonal poetry, winter.

Seasonal Poetry, winter.

There’s a worthy get-together
up above …

You can’t escape her wrath.

I’m numb that I don’t know what I do?where I go?What I feel?Who I am………

These feelings will not leave without a fight.

Off the poetry prompt from Robert Brewster Blog of writing an empty poem.

My life is empty without you.

One of my first poems, mostly just experimental rhymes that I wanted to try.