
darkness
street lights glimmer
memories whisper
poetry, prose, and photography

darkness
street lights glimmer
memories whisper

The sky to the west
The rain, yet again, has passed
Crows follow a hawk

within this metal
this writer’s soul delighted
festive tinsel’s song

clouds dancing eastwards
souls uncovering new dreams
wind chimes whispering


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

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

brief moments of light
damaging the perfect dark
winter’s nearly here