Winter Season

Poem Yet the silent falling snow caused him to smile. The bitter cold wind made his blood pump warm and wild through his veins. He took a deep breath as he grabbed a note book from the floor and began to write: I sit here staring out the window lately, dreaming of tomorrows white blanketContinue reading “Winter Season”

Winter Season

The Morrison House Oscar was lounging on his couch gazing out the window at the cold landscape in front of him. A sudden pop from the fireplace brought his attention back into the room. Back to warmth and reality. When he gathered there wasn’t any danger from the fire, he returned his gaze back outside.Continue reading “Winter Season”

Winter Season

The next piece of writing that I’m going to share, I’ve called ‘Winter Season’. This is a poem from that work. Winter Season I sit here staring out the window lately, dreaming of tomorrows white blanket stately. Tomorrow, the day that never comes, but aches like a thorn under your thumb.   That shining beaconContinue reading “Winter Season”