Then I glow,
sometimes cower
at all the places
left to DISCOVER.
most frightful are the times
I can’t escape
the weather.
yet
some froth of mirth
burbles
and brings warmth.
sometimes
It’s overwhelming
impossible.
Other times
Ideas usher u p w a r d,
every sprig shivers.
But these are not
always bleak.
Sometimes
There are dark times.
Here,
I am small alone
but rarely very lonely.
