
silence flows through the darkness
deep into the soul
poetry, prose, and photography

the wind’s aggression
flinging branches to the earth
this winter’s darkness

with night descending
flowers proceed to slumber
a racoon prowling


this rain's gentleness
flowing over the blossoms
before the sun's grace
memories of dusk
treetops hidden by the night
silent memories
the rose does not
compare its beauty
to the daffodil