ALL THINGS THAT GATHER DUST

All things that gather dust, 
In a room, all huddled up.
With swirling spirals like pixie dust,
In the sunshine quietly snuck.

Winter Is Coming

Chill, chill winter is here,

Severe, beware it is near,

Natural Bliss

The elegance of a shimmering sun,
Igniting the morose soul,
Blossoming in shivering clime,
Amidst my inner serenity.