The snow glows white on the mountain tonight Not a footprint to be seen. A kingdom of isolation, and it looks like I’m the Queen The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside Couldn’t keep it in; Heaven knows I’ve tried
The first snowfall always seems so magical, taking a walk as it falls can be just as glorious…
There’s a place so dark you can’t see the end (Skies cock back) and shock that which can’t defend The rain then sends dripping acidic questions Forcefully, the power of suggestion Then with the eyes shut looking thought the rust and rotten dust A spot of light floods the floor And pours over the rusted world of pretend And the eyes ease open and its dark again
Here I am forgotten, no longer wanted or desired, yet I wait for the day that I will be discovered again.
It’s not even Thanksgiving yet, and already the stores are filled with the wonderful sounds of holiday cheer. The decorations are slowly appearing around the neighborhoods and every so often you will see the Christmas trees popping up in windows. I have not seen a snowflake yet, but I swear I smell it in the air…It is almost that wonderful time of the year. I can’t wait so I am starting early!
To cover you in kisses Hold you in my arms That’s all that I can think of Every minute we’re apart Darlin’ I’ve been livin’ For the moment that we touch So I can cover you in kisses And wrap you in my love
Autumn day, autumn day, God gives richest gifts today. Look on every side and see Pleasant things for you and me. Apples red and apples yellow, Round and juicy sweet and mellow. Load the trees `till they bend over And their branches brush the clover. Child, be glad with all that lives, But forget not God, who gives.
If you pay the price She’ll let you deep inside But there’s a secret garden she hides
Enjoying the occasional indian summer like weather, knowing soon it will turn cold and bitter. But then I welcome the snow and all that goes with it, with open arms. But for now, I am enjoying my secret garden.