I float up, steam on a winter morning
Curling into myself
I curl and return to me
You
No. Not yet. I am still steam
Vague and shifting until I disappear
Steam on a Vermont Winter day
Grey and malice
Two souls defending false echoes
With hatred and competition
But the land is dormant
And covered in frost and ice
Somewhere inside, it is warm
Somewhere inside steam, not from coffee, rises and shifts and returns to itself.
Somewhere inside.
seeking solace in the horizon of life and beyond
Mind • Body • Life
Creative Nonfiction & Poetry
Rhymes and Reasons for Every Season
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry by Dr. Abhinav Majumder
I hope that someone sees this page and decides not to give up.
Reflection
Climbing, Outdoors, Life!
Listen to your inner self..it has all the answers..
Blogging about Culture, Equity, and the Arts since 2013
Democracy and Human Rights
by Yashasvi Shailly
Musings and books from a grunty overthinker
Seeking Truth
:to put to death (as by hanging) by mob action without legal approval or permission
Writing Art
B U R S T 