One day I know not when,
the blind man will see again...
While Shepard's strolled upon the hills,
As many nights before...
Clinging to her coat she
Hungerly watches shoppers...
Cinnamon spice, apple pie
this candle throws a magical scent...
A season
where pinetrees are fully dressed...
Covid - 19 has
Hindered everybodies...
With criminals I hang and bleed
as loved ones mourn below...
I have been lying to myself
worry, about everything else...
Reminiscing...
Starlit skies, snow gently falling...
Somber sweet
December breeze...
christmas joy
fills the air...
On a crisp sunny morn',
I lay my new born...