Sometimes it needs to snow,

Before we can see the road.

Though incomplete,

Reality is perceived,

Through one’s perspective. ...

Authentic circles,

Do not break,

Or unwind. ...

Eruptions,

Leave indelible marks.

Looking back on life, ...

Lives,

That seem foreign,

From the outside. ...

Despite efforts,

To camouflage,

Or change reality, ...

Today,

Dawn looked different.

No orange skyline, ...

Happiness,

Is like chocolate.

Tasting sweet, ...

Looking back,

Not all closed doors,

Needed re-visiting, ...

There was a time,

I dreamt of fame,

Having my picture, ...

Old-age wisdom,

Can be read,

Most everywhere. ...

Looking back,

Feels safe.

Problems solved, ...

When obstacles,

Blocked the path ahead,

I often surrendered, ...

Our prints,

Everywhere persist,

Even when readily, ...

Afraid to move,

She stood there paralyzed,

Watching others walk by. ...

When distractions end,

It’s time to emerge,

And I’m wondering, ...

Some days,

I crave to understand,

But circles, ...

When spring,

Is about to arrive,

Winter’s reign, ...

Sunny times,

Are on the way.

So I need prepare, ...

One wintery day,

Trying to find my way,

I came across a sign, ...