I wrote this poem a few years ago while inspired by the beauty of the snow and the stillness of the night. It relates the passage of time to the beauty of a snowy evening.

This is Mindtrip #3. Use your imaginations to the fullest extent to get the most enjoyment out of this.

This was written on 18 July 2011.

Hoot Owl Inn is a charming hotel, on a snowy town, on a starless night. Or is it just my imagination?

A poem that I wrote in remembrance of a day that taught me a lot about life.

The unexpected dangers of the beautiful nature.

With the UK hit this weekend by snow, here’s my Scots-dialect ode to the joys of the cold white stuff that we all curse.

Her love was real.

Remembering sleding with friends as a child.

First attempt at English version Haiku.

Lori is awakened from a recurring dream, to find it had now become reality.