cold hands

Your hands were cold in mine.

Trees

And when spring blooms again, the trees begin anew.

Winter

The winter chill steals my breath.

winter mornings

at peace.

winter naked

I gave you my body to paint. you left my portrait in the cold.

Fate’s Hand

Where humans interfered with Fate is where the moon become a black hole shadowed with evil and consequences.

Dear Spring

waiting for warmer days.

December

December – once a month of snow and happiness, now a month of silence and nothingness.

ghost

I stand on the edge. you are not here.

frost

the cold never looked so inviting. or dangerous.