Flight IV

 Was in warm, clear skies. 

Now in a snow covered home. 

Was great to be warm. 

Flight III

 Seeing family

for the first time in a week. 

Memories return. 

Flight II

 All standing in line. 

Wanting to sit in the seats. 

Rooftop snow falling. 

Flight I

 Flying home today. 

Clouds feel like a snowy field. 

Vented, processed air. 

Pretention

 We are pretentious. 

We think our existence is now. 

The sun breaks the dawn.

-Charles Parker, II

Night

 Heavy breathing, snoring; 

rolling back and forth in bed. 

Such loud noise; oh my!

-Charles Parker, II

Abandoned building

 Building in forest. 

Leaves have fallen, frozen air. 

Winter wind strikes wall. 

-Charles Parker, II 

The twins

 Tiny tigers here

running through my heart and soul. 

Baby tabbies blur. 

-Charles Parker, II