
As the daylight fades
Thus day becomes memory
Glorious springtime
poetry, prose, and photography

As the daylight fades
Thus day becomes memory
Glorious springtime
This night was lovely
Walking alone with my thoughts
While the sun descends
What’s my path forward?
Unpredictable, of course
My inner voice knows
The right way.
Now, to silence the noise
And listen to the birds
At dawn

The tulip’s fire
Graceful beauty bursting forth
Spring time’s sun warmer

Sunlight on my skin
Fading into memory
Darkness approaches

In the morning gloom
Daylight still fighting the clouds
The flowers don’t care
At certain moments
I understand Pandora
And her empty box

As the daylight falls
And its moving through the trees
Springtime marches on