Saturday, April 26, 2014

Whenever That May Be

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.

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.