
the warmth of daylight
crocuses heralding spring
now songbirds slumber
poetry, prose, and photography

the warmth of daylight
crocuses heralding spring
now songbirds slumber

suburban sunlight
neighbors socially distant
feeling springtime’s close

the wind blowing cold
painful to fingers and face
sun upon the mountains

sunlight’s downward path
as I wander past the fears
ah, cherry blossoms!


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.