
winter gale blowing
fiercely upon the shoreline
while the mountains gaze
poetry, prose, and photography

winter gale blowing
fiercely upon the shoreline
while the mountains gaze

underneath the sun
walking along the shoreline
grace within winter
Harlem
BY LANGSTON HUGHES
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?

walking in the rain
memories of icy winds
glories of wool coats

walking under clouds
sunlight warning my cold hands
suburban living

tickle in my throat
as coughing then commences
autumnal viri

garden's delights
feasting upon sunlight
and spring rains

Along the water
Feeling the grace of motion
Rippling light waves