calming the chaos

- tanner olson

it’s all heavy

and fragile

- tanner olson

eyes open

accepting

- tanner olson

in a season of silence

i’m searching for something

spoken to grasp

to be met with a reminder

that this too will pass

- tanner olson

The Skaters

John Gould Fletcher

Black swallows swooping or gliding,

In a flurry of entangled loops and curves;

The skaters skim over the frozen river.

And the grinding click of their skates as they impinge

   upon the surface

Is like the brushing together of thin wing-tips of silver.

And you O my soul where you stand,

Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,

Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the

   spheres to connect them

- Walt Whitman

The ineffable mists of the sea clinging to their wild wings

- Katherine Mansfield

With a smile that is sad and tender

- Ella Wheeler Wilcox

birds of peace and hope and love

- paul laurence dunbar

Droning a drowsy syncopated tune

- Langston Hughes

Creeping on, where time has been

- Charles Dickens

Under the bludgeonings of chance

- William Ernest Henley

In the fell clutch of circumstance

- William Ernest Henley