Dawn’s light is now here
The highway sound now louder
Crows conversing
poetry, prose, and photography
Dawn’s light is now here
The highway sound now louder
Crows conversing
A crescent moon
Tinted red by the wind’s
California remnants
Early morning light
Filtered by smoke
Rising from California
Demanding access
To my lungs
Though I resist
My coughing
And sneezing
State clearly
I have lost

As I glance skyward
Into this summer evening
Moving towards nightfall

As the rain had passed
This flower’s glory shines forth
And then the light shifts

The day’s heat fading
Sun obscured by these fir trees
Tasks finally done
This evening is done. Didn’t get everything done I wanted to, but I never do. Such is the way of things for me I guess.
The rain returned
A counterpoint provided
Against sunny warmth
Keeping us humble
And the moss healthy
Sitting in the dark
Reflecting upon this day
Springtime and pollen

This good day now ends
Accomplishing many things
Rain’s gently falling