Sitting in darkness
Dreams crowding my awareness
My germs arguing
Yeah, I’m feeling germs creeping up. Coughing. Sigh.
Hopefully, a good night’s rest will reset me.
poetry, prose, and photography
The darkness waning
Hints of blue sky beckoning
This day, beginning

Springtime bursting through
Life coming forth boisterously
Sunlight upon dust

Something I’ve wondred.
Why do villains always laugh?
A puzzling thing
The rain returned
A counterpoint provided
Against sunny warmth
Keeping us humble
And the moss healthy
We often struggle
To be someone notable
And not be ourselves
āFirst: unload my mind
Next: shape them into beauty
Editing’s anguish