
through the air’s sharp chill
echoes of summer remain
sunlight bringing life
poetry, prose, and photography


along these old streets
with memories of my youth
restless trees staring

moving through the cold
winter’s approaching quickly
still hints of summer

sunlight descending
inevitable motion
joyful memories

a voice within
cold air remembers
sunlight glows

walking at night
my motion delights me
coldness of wet leaves