
My son is sleeping
As night has taken over
This long week ending
poetry, prose, and photography

My son is sleeping
As night has taken over
This long week ending

Sunlight on my skin
Fading into memory
Darkness approaches
At certain moments
I understand Pandora
And her empty box

As the daylight falls
And its moving through the trees
Springtime marches on

Today’s garden walk
With children’s delightful fun
The blessings of spring

This audio dance
As I sit this Saturday
My ears rejoicing

Trees bursting with blooms
Blossom petals slowly fall
Seasons still changing