Artist: Erica Yanina Lujan
I've no idea where these thoughts came from. I am still exploring their meaning, if any. They were written in the dead of winter. Just now coming to light again.Creativity Magazine
Like the winter trees,
Shed of their covering and
Nocturnal in their rest,
I nestle deep into my thoughts and
Hibernate in deep woods.
Stuck in my place,
I abide the confinement as,
I search for what expectation lies next,
What comes in the spring,
Whenever that may be.
