The sun’s angle creates a dimness to my eye
A pink hue paints the sky
The snow glistens in Winter’s obscurity
Causing the cold to permeate the darkness with an odd security
On the snow covered fields, small animals prance
Leafless trees are almost transparent at first glance
The white in the darkness blankets the landscape
Nostalgia emerges among the cold, crisp air to take shape.
Turn the page on your next chapter
Don’t change; evolve
Crawl out of your personal sludge
If tears are shed, turn another page
Relish in what grows smiles
Push a boulder to close your cave
Emerge from your own shadows
Into the sunshine of chapter next
Look back only when you need to refuel
When the tank is running low, turn yet another page
Don’t let this chapter end unfinished or too soon
Poetry 