Daybreak seems sluggish, and reluctant to shine
I can feel Winter’s eyes upon me
It’s weighted gaze
Reserved for bad dogs, and children
Winter finally begins to release Her death-grip
And I see the promise of Spring
reflected in your eyes
As we hold our breath, waiting
With the patience of a saint
Tracing images of the Angels
In the new fallen snow
I might have to do it at my buddy’s place, if he has time next week. My board isn’t talking to my computer for some reason, I’m going to try to get a new firewire cable for it and switch interfaces. Pain in the f****** c***