Lay on a rock
by the mountains
after a long hike
it’s soothing at first
but then begins to hurt
much like you did.
New Adult Mystery and Adventure Novelist in Progress
Lay on a rock
by the mountains
after a long hike
it’s soothing at first
but then begins to hurt
much like you did.
A blanket of white
coats the ground outside.
Safely tucked away inside,
warm under a blanket
with my morning coffee,
I watch as the snow
falls from the trees
in the gentle wind.
And as I sit here I know
despite everything,
life goes on.
The chill in the air,
the calm winter snow,
tells me I’ll be okay.
And if not today,
soon.
The leafless trees
and the desolate dirt trail,
now shrouded in white
and slowing down travelers.
Life stops in the winter
and lets me breathe.
I’d never met a morning I liked
until I met a northern winter morning.
The comfortable silence,
the perpetual, still air.
I glance outside
and I regain a part of me I once lost.
Snow has been falling for almost an hour now. I awoke to see a dusting, but now it’s nearly up to my knees. I’ve got nowhere to be, though, and I’m watching comfortably from the warmth of my blanket and a cup of tea. Music plays softly from my speaker; I serenely watch the snow fall. Hours pass and the snow settles at waist level. Sighing, I appreciate this week off from work I’ve taken.