
in the winter's sky
mountains rising through the wind
beyond bitter cold
poetry, prose, and photography

in the winter's sky
mountains rising through the wind
beyond bitter cold
this winter rainfall
gently upon the rooftop
silence of the night

sunlight in the cold
bitter frost upon the grass
the grace of my coat
It’s been a cold couple of days here on the PNW. Looks like it’s been quite cold (brutal?) throughout a lot of the US. I’ve had the additional annoyance of fighting a nasty and belligerent cold. The remaining symptom: coughing. I’ve had to reschedule one dentist appointment, and that looks like it’ll become two. Sigh…
I hope 2025 has been kinder to you.
this cold rain
amidst barren trees
a rose blooms
walking near the shore
under the autumnal dusk
glorious colors



the newest of nights
moon rises above the trees
fresh ink upon my page
This came to me as I was winding down for bed last night.
I hope each of you has a wonderful week.

at the dayโs ending
sunlight fades into the sea
gentle grace of night

orange and red leaves
as i gaze out my window
glories of autumn
The maple just outside my office window already shows autumn colors. Of course, September approaches quickly. Less than a week (Sunday) brings the new month. As tempting as it might be to make some reference to the passing of time, it doesn’t feel very creative.

grace consumes the night
within this silent darkness
healing commences