Winter's frost

Dark clouds hover over the valley,

it is cold and quiet

with the taste of frost in every breathe,

she makes her way across the field into the cloudy wonders that lead to the forest of mystery

or unknown,

Slowly her appearance disappears for she is a figure of your imagination,

a simple image that haunts your very mind,

which fades into a state of confusion

Foggy Morning Finals

Peaceful silent...awkward

the class sits as minds twingle for answers

but one sits with a slight stare towards the window

where she rests her head upon the desk while admiring the cloudy skies until a blast of light settles in brightening the class,

the pace as it enters was so ravishing and unexpected...