
Walking in the cold
Wind biting through the sunlight
The finch’s motion
poetry, prose, and photography

Walking in the cold
Wind biting through the sunlight
The finch’s motion

such a lovely day
walking in cold sunlight
December’s blessings

clouds grasping stones
visages hidden with grace
the movement of light

the evening moving
sunlight crawling down the clouds
a long solstice night

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

the rain falls gently
garish lights raging above
a moment of peace

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