
Silently through this suburb
Alone with winter
poetry, prose, and photography


this hard, cold rain
flowers in December
a street light flickers

early morning blooms
boldly standing in the cold
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brief moments of light
damaging the perfect dark
winter’s nearly here

moonlight through the clouds
the wind’s grace bringing it forth
dreams await me soon

sitting, pen in hand
crafting poems while it rains
glorious coffee

embraced by the night
walking, the air freeing me
birds high overhead


grey skies fill my eyes
raindrops linger in my dream
coffee’s beauty reins