There's been snow stuck for a couple days now, and it's put me in a writing mood so here's a poem inspired by Flagstaff's snow capped grounds.

I’ve replaced you,

as Complacent comfort.

a pair of once judicious eyes now deem unwarranted

the Mind who first noted,

that you cannot make a home out of a person

captured wrath within an unseeing Heart,

finds enlightenment while composing to your existences tune

i look outside my bedroom window,

stained snow from a war zone still breathes

a still mind baited by suffocating embers of the past;

jaunty daydreams have turned to rusted silver

where pinky promises and delicate dreams began to harvest;

and have left me black and blue

it has taken the entirety of my youth to find,

that even a single piece can root a deep set heart,

and cannot keep a promise of what lays beyond this morning