
A photo from the past
the sunlight at dusk
remembering the flowers
gazing to the west
poetry, prose, and photography

A photo from the past
the sunlight at dusk
remembering the flowers
gazing to the west

tickle in my throat
as coughing then commences
autumnal viri

as the rain's falling
branches sway in the breeze
after the sunset
under the street light
with the gently falling rain
sipping my coffee


sunset fades away
quiet befalls snowy trees
quite soon dawn arrives
dawn strikes morning snow
winds dance in the frigid air
crows call each other

cold morning air
winterโs graceful touch
upon my sweater
It’s been a rough week. I’m fighting done virus, probably RSV (definitely NOT covid… three tests…THREE! All negative).
Anyway, I’m feeling quite a bit better today. My voice still sounds like Louis Armstrong, and I’m coughing a fair amount, but I have energy!

under the sunlight
wheels turning over miles
moving through cold air