under the street light
with the gently falling rain
sipping my coffee

poetry, prose, and photography
under the street light
with the gently falling rain
sipping my coffee


sunset fades away
quiet befalls snowy trees
quite soon dawn arrives
dawn strikes morning snow
winds dance in the frigid air
crows call each other

cold morning air
winterโs graceful touch
upon my sweater
It’s been a rough week. I’m fighting done virus, probably RSV (definitely NOT covid… three tests…THREE! All negative).
Anyway, I’m feeling quite a bit better today. My voice still sounds like Louis Armstrong, and I’m coughing a fair amount, but I have energy!

within the evening
leaves abruptly yellowing
then drifting earthwards

as the sun descends
the firey glow through the trees
warming my soul's depths

cold wintery air
walking over sunlit sand
freedom from the wind

I'm glancing eastward
as the evening progresses
biting autumn air