
my finger’s coldness
walking in the gentle rain
winter progresses
poetry, prose, and photography
my finger’s coldness
walking in the gentle rain
winter progresses
cold morning air
winter’s 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!
the wind blowing cold
painful to fingers and face
sun upon the mountains
so many miles
weathered and worn by life
a cold biting wind
morning silence
tranquility sings
exhaling clouds
ache of the cold wind
clouds moving with great speed
a seagull’s poem
the coldness of night
inspiring fast motion
my car is heated
Take a look at my Canva design! https://canva.me/1Ck2ZoAmQ1
Not yet dawn
Morning’s air chills
Blankets more inviting
Soon will grab some tea
Under the cold sun
The welcomed sunlight warms me
Amidst bitter cold
As they reach downwards
Gravity’s and cold’s teamwork
Strange tranquility