What words
Can convey
A simple twig
That is
The brightest
Moments
From the forest
Of lights
My whole
Perspective
Needs a refresh
From the night
What words
Can convey
A simple twig
That is
The brightest
Moments
From the forest
Of lights
My whole
Perspective
Needs a refresh
From the night
When accidents happen
From the ghosts
Of man power lost
In a dim light of
Reductions
What is left
Is the power that be
So today
I examine
What has come
To me
Today
Is the day
That runs
All day
Long
From the morning light
To the night song
A Wednesday
Brings a new light
Into my life
Wither and blow
So I am told
Is the way the winds
Goes
It can destroy
The sturdiest of
Foundations
It can rampage
The plans
We are making
So whether it be
The wind or the snow
It changes the face
Of whatever we
Know
Add to the gains
The pain
Of uncertain
Times
When the only
Way forward
Seems to go back
So I plan
A new type of attack
On my own mind
In these strange
Times
A little hope
Can let us know
That whatever
Happened today
Will be better tomorrow
So we go through
The motions
And in time
We will come to
A new life
I was concerned
That the hopes
Had faded
Through the holes
In the blanket
That weave
Us together
In this life
But my hope
Is dreams
Can come true
In time
It will come through
My own beliefs
Were not aligned
With my hopes
Of a sunset
Over the mountain
So I readjust
My spirit
To see where
We can
Go
It was as if
I was free
Of the type of
Scrutiny
That my own eyes
Can see
I lifted
In pure motion
As the logic
Of failure
Stalled in
Wild circles
And I was free
Of what I had
Set out to be
Onto the mountains
The snow fell
With light feet
Upon the spring air
Of February
Until the trees
Were glowing
With a white
Crisp
Layer
In the Sedona
Sun