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

 In the bizarre silence, of the winter's mist, An unspoken felicity dwells whilst when it rains, and the sulking shatters, An unearthly air, fills the spaces amidst the chaos of the cold and the certainties tattered, And alone a cloud of illusion subsists, stripping the soul bare and cluttered, Until it is one, with that quiet winter's mist........ S.S

Betwixt the splendor or insignificance, of the bygone suns and moons, And promises or assumptions, Of the numbered tomorrows, We are saddled, Like a brick cemented firmly, between many paltry bricks..... (c) S.S