Winter’s Bite

Frigid and white,

like political lies,

winter’s high notes

fall from the sky.

Naked Earth rests

beneath ivory down,

Like a Wistful Primrose

Like golden butterflies, aspen leaves flicker in themorning breezethat dares the sun to crawlabove the mountain peaksas it announces its intentionwith kaleidoscope []

Daffodils & Ice

Morning news, colder than the air that wraps my abode.
Pathetic in false relevancy to anything real.
Foolish spawns fat on toxic waste spewed from golden towers
thick in greed and power.