Escaping Into Winter

Trees Standing Erect
Amidst the backdrop of blue and white
Snow Falls

Lining the streets in white
Ice glistens
Cracking with every footstep made

Icicles hang
From the edges of roofs
Its pointy edges intimidating its residents

I run into the snow
Reveling from years ago
The Snow
Falling On My Head

Autumn Trees

Under a glimmering blue sky, the Autumn Leaves Paint the Landscape
The wind blows and sways the leaves
Of Red, Yellow, and Green
The cold doesn't bother me as I walk
In Beauty, Marveling at the Wonders of Nature!

The Mockingbird Lives Within All of Us

Humanity,

Where is it

In an ever changing world,

Tom Robinson is accused

Childhood innocence,

Running along streets

Finding treasure

Is the world that Jem and Scout knows

They have seen “The Boogeyman”

Lurking around Maycomb, they are curious in seeing him-or them

With built up fantasies and preconceived notions

They go on their way

In making sense of it all

In making sense of injustice

Tom Robinson’s court date is near

As a white man defending a black man

Atticus Finch ought not to be involved

In a case where a black man touched a white woman

What had Atticus done wrong in being a public embarrassment to Maycomb?

Would he teach his children well as a father, and as a lawyer in town?

An Astonishing Autumn Appreciation

The sky is overcast, and the fog clears

As I’m sitting by the window on a dreary Autumn day,

Leaves-still vibrant with red, yellow, and green—are off in the distance

Not even the thick sheet of rain can block its opulence

I ponder

At achievements and failures that line my existence

I wonder

What life has for me, and I have for it

I know I can't be moody now, for a streak of sunshine has just appeared!

Airplane Antics

Responding to a writing prompt by Brian A. Klems that's found on: http://www.writersdigest.com/prompts

On the long flight to a foreign country, you wind up telling your seatmate much of your life story. Only it isn’t yours. You’ve always wanted to pretend to be somebody else, just for an hour or two, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity. Only now you find yourself falling for your seatmate,...
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Oh what a farce
In living a life that isn't mine
Only in getting your attention
To the life of a record selling musician, I tell my story
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Of getting fame, I play and I perform
Eccentric rock to crooning ballads
Or was it a one hit wonder?
I perform for my fans
Forgetting about everything and everyone for the moment
As I take in the excitement!

Before, I had a sad existence
Of not being recognized, of not getting an applause
From anyone, I wandered through the streets
Looking for someone who could endorse me
Looking for someone who could believe in me

Until finally someone from Machinely Machined Records found me
Singing contently in the park
They told me to come in for a rehearsal, and came in I did
Before long, synthesizers and technology worked in my favor
Getting the applause and cheer that I so longed for,
Taking me all over the world, and now next to you!
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A plane ride can be a long time
To tell anything to anyone,
As someone in business, I go wherever life takes me!