Snowflakes fall, a silent lullaby,
Blankets of white beneath twilight sky,
Bare branches etched in frost’s sigh,
Cold winds weave through the night,
Stars alight, crisp and bright,
Warm fireside light,
Frozen plight,
Deep night,
Still.
Full moon Fire jams.
40 men begin in vibration with each other
we start of basic in a beat
gradually building off of our energies
I get high on just adrenaline
and their energy
and I feel the most feminine then
ANCIENT
the power of imagination
My first attempt at a sonnet, hopefully with more to come!