
Under the cold sun
The welcomed sunlight warms me
Amidst bitter cold
poetry, prose, and photography

Under the cold sun
The welcomed sunlight warms me
Amidst bitter cold
As they reach downwards
Gravity’s and cold’s teamwork
Strange tranquility


As we’re preparing
For Seattle’s next snowstorm
We embrace humor


I look at the night
Upon freshly fallen snow
I’m struck by the grace
It’s a beautiful, snowy night here in Seattle. It feels wonderful, though I dread tomorrow’s commute.

On a winter’s walk
As darkness approaches me
Loving the sky’s glow

In this winter’s cold
Life continues to burst forth
Indomitable

Just out my window
Watching this December rain
I finish my tea
I woke early this morning fighting a migraine. The daggers in my skull have been dulled, but the mental fog and inability to focus remain. The grey, rainy skies seem to fit perfectly with my state of being.