I sit and wait
Beneath this canopy of green and gold
I watch the pattern of shadows
That fall between the leaves
Black specks that dance
Around the sunlight
I sit and wait
Considering th…
So I think that the struggle has become mundane
I find myself with nothing left to fight
Except myself
And this bitter winter
Prison walls have faded
Replaced by repetitive work shifts
Pu…
On a lazy day with a strong wind
The sun was patchwork
Bursting through the clouds
Before fading again
Hidden behind white mystery
Teasing those below
With whispered promises
Of glorious…