I remember the snow
In the middle of summer
The cold that came with
2:00 a.m.
Walking the old bridge
Warm jacket
The clean smell
The haze in the streetlight
The night was mine
The city mine
As i walk through the night
Through the snow



a tree stands

forlorn in a field

surrounded by nothing

covered and damp

with mist

you and I

missed again

the breadth of our loss

meant nothing

and the tree

is just a tree

in the mist

What you need to understand………..

“ One thing you who had secure or happy childhoods should understand about those of us who did not. We who control our feelings, who avoid conflicts at all costs, or seem to seek them. Who are hypersensitive, self-critical, compulsive, workaholic, and above all survivors. We are not that way from perversity, and we cannot just relax and let it go. We’ve learned to cope in ways you never had to. ”
Piers Anthony