Emotionless hums fill the air
As droplets greet my skin,
On days like these thoughts fill my head,
And I forget the air up here, is thin.
How subtle the plummeting waves,
Their grace still loud enough
To anchor the weary mind.
Yet still melancholic,
And uniform,
Chanting blessings as they divide.
The gale just edging you forward,
While to others it must seem
Like a step in the wrong direction.
The little joys, and tiny words
That separate the natural, and synthetic,
Giving way, and releasing tension.
In the cold-clad life we walk each day,
One might think it lonesome, and solitary.
But days like these remind of the passerby,
With whom you might find thinks as you, likewise.