
calming sunlight
graceful arc through the trees
hope arrives before spring
poetry, prose, and photography

calming sunlight
graceful arc through the trees
hope arrives before spring

under the starlight
a momentary pause
the city grinds on
Nights in the city have a magic to them, don’t they?

a pause in the rain
signs of winter around me
motion of my feet

under damp branches
swaying underneath the breeze
stump returns to earth

morning darkness
unwanted wakefulness;
listening to the rain
raindrops sing
a melancholy tune
my tea cup cools