Finding Beauty in the Frost: a poem

Glittering threads,frozen spider websThe fine details of life are made evident on a snow-fallen day. A once invisible breathescaping from lipsbecomes a cloud of warmthpuffing away.  The moon herselfnever shines so bright,like a sunlit night,than when she hangs full atop a winter’s land. The glory of sun raysmay be hidden beneath blankets of gray,whilst the heat lingersContinue reading “Finding Beauty in the Frost: a poem”

The Redeemed Tragedy of the Cellist

From side to side she sweeps her bow across the strings. Eyes closed, lips pressed, shoulders hunched forward, and body pulled with the vibrant tug of the melody. She is gripped by the music. Lost, and yet utterly found. This is her place. Here in this creative space, pouring into her cello words that couldContinue reading “The Redeemed Tragedy of the Cellist”

Cling

The words escape my mind as steam from a hot shower evaporates on a cold winter’s day. Eloquent descriptions of what I view in my day to day appear in my thoughts like a blinking cursor waiting to be moved onward, a pen itching in my hand to be scratched upon paper, and yet theContinue reading “Cling”