Autumn clouds
Sinking, suggesting snow
The first wisp of winter
Long fingers
Flowing, fluttering, flying
A crescendo climbing the ivory keys
Nervous shoe
Tapping, ticking, tarrying
Anything to pass the present
Racing thoughts
Puzzling, pondering, predicting
A sleepless slumber of speculation
Sudden snow
Touching tunes
Foolish Fidgets
Daring Dreams
A poem I wrote for LA. It's alright, I guess. I liked the format, though. YEAH!
