Winter Storm


Winter Storm

Come to me like a cool autumn breeze,

Subtly enough to catch me off guard.

Leave me like a winter storm,

In need of warmth and wanting more.


Anticipation is the result of the slow build

A magnetic tension needed to make the surreal, real

The impossible, possible

The closed, open.

Its intent is to create a desire and a must

A longing, a need, a passion.

It requires replacing control with the unknown,

Building the energy for action.

It uses blinders to make it seem like nothing else is relevant

Soon, anticipation is everywhere...

Anticipation is a risk: it's impossible to know where it will lead

How strong, how deep, how much meaning.

Anticipation is a risk: it swiftly eliminates questions

Finding and designing give-everything courage.