
winter bares food, too
and the birds know where to seek
so life continues
Found these berries on a recent walk. Summer, of course, bursts with live giving foods for all. Winter, it seems, is more stealthy. But food is present!
poetry, prose, and photography
facing the sunlight
arms reaching ever skyward
wind off the water
upon the path
moments of life in motion
through winter air
The sun descending
Western mountains afire
Reaching for my dreams
It’s been a frenetic week, but productively so.
through the summer’s sun
life drips down upon the earth
bees sing merrily
within this metal
this writer’s soul delighted
festive tinsel’s song
grey skies fill my eyes
raindrops linger in my dream
coffee’s beauty reins
Standing in the rain
The city has not woken
With my feet moving