
The sky to the west
The rain, yet again, has passed
Crows follow a hawk
poetry, prose, and photography

The sky to the west
The rain, yet again, has passed
Crows follow a hawk

attempting movement
I’m mostly stationary
solace through singing

The sun’s above clouds
Droplets’ vigorous descent
Crows raucously call

I stand under stars
Heavenly motion births change
Memories of love
rain upon my roof
gentlest of rattles
pre-dawn darkness

farmers market stalls
a winter’s day free from rain
clouds across the sky

With the snow fading
Moon hidden by trees
Life’s tenacity

Remnants of the snow
Outside this early morning
More of the grass seen
The past few weeks have had me dealing with a brutal cold, which progressed into a sinus infection So I didn’t get much in the way of photos during Seattle’s snow storm, and I love photos of the snow. But I got thisne, which is something.
Blanket to my chin
Arms tucked underneath
I resist motion
Thinking of the fresh snow

This early morning
Branches burdened with coldness
Hints of the day’s light