The cold pierced my skin like a thousand long needles. Reaching through three layers of warm fabric, it touched my arms and legs and chest. The evening had just begun to unfold, the sunset ceasing. Living in Austin was not as summery as I had expected it to be, but I suppose it was my fault to expect the elegant winter months to be summery. These months always had such pride behind them, almost a haughtiness. The other months certainly...

Vast sky
Ink spills
Darkness takes over
Clouds, like the earth,
thunder
when brushing against each other.
The sky has already withered,
but it readies itself to bring life...

Rain, like crystal drops,
falls.
The sound of crystal is clear, yet
these water drops are even more so.
Like feathers breathing on the earth,
caressing it,
loving it,
crying for it.

A single rose speaks back.
Unfurling its red petals
at the sound of Earth's music.
Its size almost doubling, ...