Windows, an effort;
a yearning for the outdoors,
from the great indoors.
Bring out, in
No one is immune
Looking sickly pale,
slender bones, brittling in cold;
the flu gets trees, too.
Beyond human power
We strive to control,
to twist nature to our will;
unyielding, it grows.
Epitome of patience
Enduring mother:
gathering leaves, harmless seems,
til she avenges.
Impressions
Reflecting life, art,
as a leopard’s spots, imprints
colours in our minds.
The Chaos Within 