
more sunlight each day
and the grace of warmer days
cherry blossoms bloom
poetry, prose, and photography

more sunlight each day
and the grace of warmer days
cherry blossoms bloom


the daffodils’ gaze
dancing on the near-spring breeze
while the jays chatter
stories of the past
yet I look to the future
I am far from done
Met a really cool guy today. A former Navy nuclear power program sailor, just like me. Though he is quite a bit younger.
Swapped stories of our respective experiences, which I enjoyed. Yet I often worry in those moments that I’ll become like the subject of Bruce Springsteen’s “Glory Days”, a relic, trapped in the past. Grave fate, for me, at least.


so many miles
weathered and worn by life
a cold biting wind

Winter’s sunlight falls
Boldly matching across sand
Kingfisher glides past