Not yet dawn
Morning’s air chills
Blankets more inviting
Soon will grab some tea
poetry, prose, and photography
Not yet dawn
Morning’s air chills
Blankets more inviting
Soon will grab some tea


I feel the cold rain
Remnants of snow lingering
Shall
Day passes to night
The demands of the day pass
Finally some rest



Looking towards the sky
The moon’s ghost emerging high
In this night I sigh