The Falling Maples- Living Unconditionally- Poetry by S.S

  That moment, when my demons need a reminder, that there's nothing as frightening, as a woman, crippled and tested by Life..... - S.S

  There's an unerring bewitching essence, in everything embodying, the intimidating winters, Wherein perches, an enthralling fragrance, a pacifying trail, for the wearied to saunter, Upon the frigid polar earth, flinching reminiscences cringing away, Swaying in a chaotic mirth, revering the dearth of the summer rays, Precipitating my imprisoned soul, draped in the blessed blanket of snow, Hallowed is that solitary stroll, for a moment, willingness to be, grows...... - S.S