
As I look westward
Dusk falling over water
Spring’s presence is clear
poetry, prose, and photography

As I look westward
Dusk falling over water
Spring’s presence is clear
It is morning, I guess,
Bringing me wakefulness
Vigorously unwanted
Far too recently did I dive in
Seeking eight hours of rest
Obscenely cut short
By my restless mind

Good night! May you be refreshed and energized, ready to face this upcoming week.

Walking at sunset
Looking westward from the shore
Loving this nightfall

I adore the trees
And walking under sunlight
A choir of birdsong
​The louder you shout
Boldly proclaimed
“Generosity”
The more clearly I see the
Deception within your heart
