The cave is covered with snow

Aroma of that forest,
forbidden fruits,
dripping sap from a tree,
the bees humming,
will honey trap the bear,
or the berries will suffice,
don’t know,
the cave is covered with snow

Letter not posted

Sweat of all the labour,
poise and pause indeed is not a favour;
glory of a rising star,
may you bear with all the smoke & tar;
so what if some words not kept,
have not the guards for years not slept;
let the wars be won, even if battles r lost,
this is a letter, dare I really post?