The darkness waning
Hints of blue sky beckoning
This day, beginning
poetry, prose, and photography
The darkness waning
Hints of blue sky beckoning
This day, beginning

Springtime bursting through
Life coming forth boisterously
Sunlight upon dust

Something I’ve wondred.
Why do villains always laugh?
A puzzling thing
The rain returned
A counterpoint provided
Against sunny warmth
Keeping us humble
And the moss healthy
We often struggle
To be someone notable
And not be ourselves
āFirst: unload my mind
Next: shape them into beauty
Editing’s anguish
Sitting in the dark
Reflecting upon this day
Springtime and pollen
