Darkened hours before the light
Sun surfacing slowly
Winter nights draw on
Cold heart
Cold hands and feet
Rise in the morning
Mistake it for dusk
Back to bed
Going back to sleep
Darkened hours before the light
Sun surfacing slowly
Winter nights draw on
Cold heart
Cold hands and feet
Rise in the morning
Mistake it for dusk
Back to bed
Going back to sleep
Though I’m always tired, I often find it difficult to sleep. Decided to pass the time with some photography. I’d normally edit the results, but I think a few of the photos stand up on their own. I hope everyone is well, and enjoying their day/night.
The season takes hold
Puts me in my place
February comes, blizzards in its’ wake
Winds shaking this old house
Temperatures plummet
I’ll try to wait it out
Doubt creeping like the cold
Cutting to the bone
The season takes hold
Season clawing at the window
Season standing at the door
Radiating cold
Watching the frost form
Branching out like ivy
Parallel reality, of straight lines, and spires that shimmer like glass when the sun breaches the horizon
The light holds little warmth in this place
Subzero clime
The Crystalscape
New year, just as frigid as last week
More winter months ahead
Ice in heavy sheets
Sleet to muddy the eye
Blankets of snow
Bed of another kind
Slip beneath time’s flow
Season of darkness
When frost bites at the windows
Grayscale
This desert of the north cold
Winter is approaching quickly in Canada, and I feel like I’m not even close to prepared. There’s quite a lot that goes into the process, especially when you live in an older house. Here’s to hoping that I get everything sealed up and ready in time, so I can enjoy the few benefits of a long, dark winter.
Have a lovely day, wherever and whoever you are.
I find myself staring out into a crystal scape
I know the short, dark days intend on a long stay
Trees swaying, stripped of all their leaves
Ice reaches into cracks, a grip that wont release
Please, grace me with some warmth
I fear I wont shake the cold that creeps into my core
It bores into my heart
Just like the frigid flurries, it tends to stop and start
Part of me just wants to let it win
Lay down beneath the blanket and wait for it to end