winter glazed the world
the frozen coating glinting
against the grey day
at an idea’s edge,
too fuzzy to go onward:
there biding my time.
waiting to begin,
the way forward still unclear,
i wait, patiently
winter glazed the world
the frozen coating glinting
against the grey day
at an idea’s edge,
too fuzzy to go onward:
there biding my time.
waiting to begin,
the way forward still unclear,
i wait, patiently
The moment one gives a close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world unto itself.