In the old days

Of winters past, 

Isolated with my mind

And refusing contact outside– 

This is a new era for me. 

Isolation would only lead me so far 

With the winter’s breeze soldering 

The days when trees lose 

Their bristling green leaves. 

I have sought to resurface 

With my forced amiability— 

In the corridors, I usually stroll quietly 

While spreading my branches of words.