Pristine beauty
untouched white
as only little birds
disturb the snow
In the cold
I stand
and watch
water ripple
fighting the urge
to set bare feet
to snow
then dive in
and freeze
creative writing
Gideon’s Challenge
Gideon’s Challenge
Comfortable
and warm
there comes the
drip drip drip
I hear you
I say
and rise to
go explore
to find the puddle
and the wet
and wonder…
what next?
And wouldn’t it be nice if that pitterpat of drip I heard was melt outside my window instead of the sink… once again leaking. Damnit.





