Tonight I Look Towards Spring. (A Poem).

 Paper snow

No moon reflecting tomorrow

I walk hand in hand with my shadow

Toward somewhere I Do not Know

They tell me death is like sleeping

A koan that shapes no answer

I`d rather paint flowers on the paper

I`d rather sweep up the snow

Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 5th. December 2024.

Winter Dreaming.3

 

Winter sun through ice.

 

Interior of the storm.

 

Glass Bubble.

 

Winter Night.

 

Night Visions / November Super Moon.