Snowflakes hover
under a peek a boo sun...

She has a smile that radiates
beauty, with eyes that magnify...

My eyes do not vision
madness and destruction...

I asked the sun
In a delicate voice...

Worry doth not find me bathing
in a cave of sleepless nights...

I never trusted anyone
not even myself; but...

Ruffled feathers
and a crows watchful eye...

As I gaze upon a tree of old
its aura draws me near...

Speechless,
words failed to fly...

I grow a silent thunder
that poet's release...

I spotted silvery, spikes
along a very large wall...

If you see an emerald light
cascading over redwood trees...