New Leaves & Shivering Things...

The weather has turned cold again,
leaving us to layer and linger inside.
The chill sets in, and I am convicted
of the ways I've wasted time.

The summer melts all discipline,
easing our minds in the warm sun
Until the wind whipping wakes us up
In mid-November: winter's come.


This is a new space, a new leaf, a new start. Hopefully I will use it to consistently write, but I make no promises. I hope I can blend poetry and prose with each posting, but we'll see what comes. The fact is, I am a writer at heart. I have grown lazy and have forgotten this truth about myself. I've wasted so many days when I could have written lines, but instead chose an easier distraction. So, raise a glass: here's to a new day and a fresh start.