But for all of the rain and the wind and the air, I was always above you, I never went anywhere
Your Balloon
This Is How Things Are Done Around Here
Cold winter creeping in with a blizzard and a whiteout without any reason other than, "this is how things are done around here."
Wonders of Whiskey and the Willow Tree
There are some rather odd and ridiculous sayings that come to mind under the influence of such mischievous quiddities as whiskey and autumntime.
I Pray the Sun Will Rise
For now, my heart will sleep as I pray the Lord my soul to keep, should I die before I wake, let it be for another rain's sake
Snow’s Folly
My heart is laden with the late winter's snow How pristine... How very elegant and decadent Swaddled with my prideful green boughs bending low Not even the beckoning wanton gusts evoke a quiver But nigh on the horizon, the rays of spring Proceed, gleaming ever before and ever after Now, that which once benumbed falls, thawed, shattering... Continue Reading →
On the Backs of Vagabonds
The air I breathe is stifling me I swear I'll run away when I've got all I need to pave The safe road, brick by brick, stone by stone And then I realize the ground ends at the sky So I'll affix some wings and catch the warm breeze in spring But for now in... Continue Reading →
