A cold winter breeze blows,
While snow crunches beneath my feet,
I look upon the sun,
Deep red it glows,
As it falls upon the horizon.
I haven’t written a poem since I was a little kid. But I’ve been wanting to think of ways to open my creativity and so this came to me after going outside and watching the sunset in the cold this evening. I may try doing this more as well as photography to spur my creative side. I am also a musician by training (violinist; two years as a music major back in the day) but I rarely play anymore and composing has had mixed results. Since people say I’m a good writer, maybe I’ll try that instead.