Thanks for reading Eddie. Be safe at the Planetarium. And so...
Surrounded by blackness; feeling, sight; sleep soundly this night.
Thoughts of dreams as synapses connect, bringing hazy relief via wishful thoughts.
Arise and wake this stirring feeling of life; tree of wood erect on morning frost.
Inner bud waiting as this moment is not yet right.
Rooted strong and virile; sap gathered to flow though not a day of Spring
tender branches unfurl to announce the kiss of light.
Her stare a season announcing season, orbs filled with black and light.
Ever now to wonder again as color announced day,
will this now be Winter, or Spring?