A step through the dark
Falls fading light
As winter creeps in through my toes

The stone blocks freeze
With the grass frosting suit
For it all quietly knows

It'll all stop
Enveloping cold
Causing the world to slow

Peace can be found
In freezing alone
Like statues gathered for show

Paint is always spilling,
from the canvas up on high
Puddling right upon the clouds
and all across the sky
Sometimes it starts with purples
with bits of pinks and yellows

I wonder what's being painted
On that canvas up on high

Out my window a tree stands close
Forefront of the treetopped mountains beyond
I watch it sway gently in the breeze
While unmoving the evergreens stand still
Though I know for myself
They dance just the same

Veiled mountains
O'er seas of mist

If I could toss my woes into a fire
and watch them burn away,
like the blazing sun
on a bright new day.

Instead they smolder
and smoke.

As if they're meant to stay.

Oh,
How slowly the snow falls
Quietly, silently, upon all
Cleansing the land an painting it white
Like a blank page for all to write
With footprints, snow angels and snowball fights
But once the activity has come to an end
Quietly, silently, the night can begin

I sit down and strike a chord
One I've heard so many times before
I remember its sound warm and tenderly
Like summer breeze under shade of tree

Now its different
Same as can be
Its sound rings chill and frigidly
With comfort drawn from hot sweet drink
Still under the tree thats bare as can be

It calls to me throughout the night
And all throughout the dark
Of despair and ringing of
My sad and somber heart

Its better than remembered
More beautiful than thought
To experience it once more
A single tear it brought
Its not so far away
The past still finds its way
Tales as old as time
Comforting today

Hope is your desire
to see all that you can see
to light the torch and then go forth
to be what you can be

Hope is all your dreams
which you value more than life
which you hold up like a beacon
which is never out of sight

Today was grey
Not much else to say
The clouds hung low
As though in a bowl
Created by valleys
And quiet cold alleys
The rain fell down
Into the ground
Today was grey
Not much else to say

Above the grass
The trees
And hills

Above the birds
The chirps
And trills

The clouds
Outstretched
Like knit blankets
Held tight

Leave gaps
Opened
Like spots blue
Light too

Brighten song
The sunny
And exuberant

Lightened lush
The abounding
And rich

With your blanket on, you sleep tight
As the rain goes on, through the night
Your blue eyes open, you see the light
With an up and stretch, you feel bright
Cleaned and fresh, all's just right

The artist paints a picture
Of all they've ever seen
And they see the beauty
Of all that is between
You may not see it now
But the canvas is just ahead
Turned away as if to say
You must see it first

You pass by the mirror that sits on the wall,
and pay it no heed or thought at all
As it captures each moment you're in sight
Whether its steamy, cheery, joyful or bright
Or dark and foggy and filled with pure spite
Or somedays its not anything at all,
but you in the mirror that sits on the wall

As I walk out to the morning dew
The frigid chills and morning hue
The silence calms my beating heart
For finally, a new fresh start.