Eyes glued to the window
Watching, watching, in the winter sun
The cold air crisp my lips and crinkles my fingers in my gloves.
The days pass but not yet past a time of giving thanks and yet
“I’m dreaming of white christmas”
plays throughout all the car radios
expecting the sky’s frozen tears to grace the ground
with its prestine beauty covering everything in a white blanket of ice.
Each individual flake fulfilling its purpose to join forces and close everything
from schools and roads
to the doors of warm houses
Hatsuyuki showed her face for the first time this month
and she told me to put on a jacket
and go outside.
Poetry by Brian Hughes
hey guys im gonna be preforming some of my poetry and music and showcasing my artwork for I am FEATURED ARTIST OF THE MONTH IN DECEMBER!
at an open mic ive been going to for a while since the very first one (I havent been in a while due to work, life, ect.) but its very honoring to have this happen 🙂
If anyone is in the Hamilton, Ohio area on December 13th come see me preform and my artwork at creativa!
heres the event page on facebook so check it out if you get the chance
https://www.facebook.com/events/795285130510522/?pnref=story
thanks guys for following here at DGAF
Nice post and congrats 🙂
thank you 🙂 and hard work really does pay so i’m glad that I get to pay it off with something with I love.
good for you 😀