An Evening Alone

Semi-faded memories resting on the back burner.

Melancholy struck;

a thirst for the past quenched by red Moscato.

Light shines internally matching it’s sweetness;

those memories briefly resurrect.

Another sip.

They retreat to retrospect.

~J. A. Ross

Desert Landscape

Here’s a little freeform, wrote at work today:

Desert sun searing all it touches.

Unforgiving;

although occasionally blissful after the night’s chill.

The land stays dry; barren.

Despite this, it never fails to bring wonder to the mind.

Wistful desire to learn the desert’s secrets.

~ J. A. Ross

Wandering through these strands of time,

desire to seek purpose and value;

ultimate direction undetermined.

Array of decisions crossing your path;

a vagabond in life’s journey.

Writing your own history, while treading along.

Walking around a crisp November afternoon,

sunlight beating down upon the valley.

The hair on my arms stand at attention;

goosebumps envelope my body.

Snow clouds forming above the mountains,

winter is beginning to make it’s presence clear;

I begin shivering, and rush inside to escape the cold,

reaching a conclusion that t-shirt season is no longer here.

-J.A.Ross