outside my window
sounds of cat lust, or a fight?
awake before dawn
poetry, prose, and photography

moving through darkness
quiet, my old companion
graceful solitude

clouds dancing eastwards
souls uncovering new dreams
wind chimes whispering

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

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

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

embraced by the night
walking, the air freeing me
birds high overhead

along these old streets
with memories of my youth
restless trees staring