We awake with blank slate of verse hoping for creativity to blanket me like today's first snow flakes to dawn anonymously.

Snow storms create patterns on our geography and history's variations,expecting ideas like small footprints of a cat in a Sherlock Holmes novel to guide us to a path of a body and soul's discovery.

Some write for themselves,to alleviate their state of mind, imagination, vocation, station in life, for their generation, prosperity, posterity or divinity.