
with hints of purple
flowers changing through the spring
new wonders each day
poetry, prose, and photography

with hints of purple
flowers changing through the spring
new wonders each day

within winter's depths
and sunlight's power reduced
life resists the gloom
gentle rainfall
taps upon my windows
and rooftop

lying awake
morning darkness
and memories

through the Autumn rain
jewels beading upon these leaves
I'm exhaling fog

rain atop the roof
calm, staccato memories
droplets of moonbeamsย

attempting movement
I’m mostly stationary
solace through singing

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