Earth looks the most fragile in early winter, an old frail picture in sepia, Time's most favored color. With only grey, dull white, and dim charcoal glimmer at hand, December does his best, calms waters, still mirrors deepening my world, and thoughts, he grows the most sophisticated flowers under my feet on frosty mornings. We both are slaves to same tired pattern, yet we won’t surrender. - Vs.
