from across the river
glazed golden windows
shine and reflect the beauty of this city
ive seen it from both sides now
the buildings are clear
i sit and stare
with my feet just above ice
this is my home
where the sun meets me at my door
when i need it most
thank you God
but tell me
why do i feel like the sun is a woman
snow is glistening
like my potential
i won’t pretend that fear doesn’t dominate my heart
from time to time
speaking of my time
its my time now
breathe in the new
exhale their silence
what if we all knew
that, gratitude
compassion
and a simple hello
could help us all?
i often write well when i have scenery. it can be anything. my favourite place is the river near my home
