
this hard, cold rain
flowers in December
a street light flickers
poetry, prose, and photography

this hard, cold rain
flowers in December
a street light flickers

the rain falls gently
garish lights raging above
a moment of peace

early morning blooms
boldly standing in the cold
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brief moments of light
damaging the perfect dark
winter’s nearly here

along the water
the breeze carries the salty air
my grandfather’s voice

a view to the west
looking over the water
calmness of sunlight

rain held back
clouds hide the sun
a rose glowing

moonlight through the clouds
the wind’s grace bringing it forth
dreams await me soon

sitting, pen in hand
crafting poems while it rains
glorious coffee